Silent Sunday: A Baby Bird’s Journey
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View ArticleBragging on Country Man
If you’re fighting with a lover or recently broke up with one, you might want to avoid this post. Because this woman right here is about to go all syrupy for a second regarding her husband’s latest...
View ArticleFall is near
There is something slightly magical about the coming of fall that stirs even the summer lover up. Autumn brings the deer to the open, scavenging quietly through cornfields and hidden water wells as...
View ArticleBuffalo calf won’t you come out today, come out today…
We have a new addition on the farm, and he goes by the name Dexter. My father-in-law bought him, most likely with my niece and nephew in mind in order to share a world with them they don’t see much of...
View ArticleHappy Halloweenie!
Happy Halloween! I’m early, oh well. What are you planning for this ghoulish November’s eve? Last year we drove to Deadweird, an event full of creative costumes and detailed artwork. After being there,...
View ArticleMore Farm Kitties
I can’t get enough of these mice eaters. So when someone found a weaned fall kitten in a neighboring farm – detailing kitty’s sad and certain fate if left there – and looked to us, we took the meowing...
View ArticleJeeze Louise it’s cold.
Well if that’s what everyone else is talking about, then I might as well chime in. Cold cold cold. Talking almost 50 below with the wind chill tomorrow. I don’t like it one bit. Country Man bought me a...
View ArticleWaiting on May Flowers
When will it be summer? We had a few nice days and now we are on day three of rain. Yes, the ground needs the rain, but I need the sun. Apparently Mother Nature is indifferent to my pleas. We did have...
View ArticleA Visit To Wine Country
We came. We saw. We were ready for home. I guess we’re lifers. Until next time! Tagged: animals, California, flowers, life, Love, photography
View ArticleBuffalo
Sometimes this is my morning view. The Buffalo, who mostly ignores me, stands tall with his head held high. It’s like he knows he is a rose among thorns. If cattle were thorns, that is. Which they’re...
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