I got knocked off my stool this morning. Darned big-as* black goat had already filled up her belly stealing alfalfa hay while waiting to come in to be milked. Rat said, no, I’m not doing the milking thing, I want to go
My view from the milk stool was full of exciting revelations – first, the cooler mornings result in fewer flies. That’s a wonderful thing. The other, which is perhaps more important, if you scratch a goat’s back, she lets her milk down
My view from the milk stand has been scattered lately due to having to concentrate on keeping flies out of the milk bucket and my mouth. Note to self: do not turn the fans on while you’re standing in front of them.
My view from the milk stand is on bounty. Goats milked about four gallons this morning. Picked up 10 eggs. Momma duck is taking good care of her 9 ducklings. NOTE TO SELF: do not think you’re being nice and letting livestock
My view from the milk stool was a bit aggravating. I came into the milk room agitated. While we’ve come a long way from milking in a chainlink dog run, we’re still very primitive. Yet, I know the underlying health of the
As I write this, I’m in tears. I’m not quite sure why. It could be a combination of being tired and feeling isolated. For the past three years now, I’ve essentially lived the holidays through others by doing stories for the newspaper.
It’s funny the things that bring me comfort sometimes cause me great anguish. I’m like a vehicle that can’t be taken over a rough road because I get too rattled and break. I’m rigid and my shock absorbers don’t work well. I
As I write this I’m in a car headed to Chattanooga, Tennessee to pick up a dog. Yes, another dog. This is a fully-trained dog which is a tool we desperately need. Let’s hope this one works out. It came out pretty
I admire those people who have self-confidence or are able to simply not give a damn about what other people think. I don’t know why it is that I suffer so from worrying about what other people think. I work my tail
We’ve been in the path of one hurricane that’s already gone through, Florence and now in the path of a second, Michael. Florence did very little here, we prepared like heck for it but we only got rain and a bit of