I’m not doing too well with keeping my head above water well enough to take the time to write here – very definitely my bad. The way I’ve found that I have to do the studying for quizzes and tests for biology
Just found out I was accepted to the University of North Carolina at Greensboro. Now I just need to get through this semester and then on to what will hopefully be more soul-satisfying courses. Until later …
Working on a long documentary piece that includes a lot of text and a lot of pictures is difficult. I didn’t really how much so until I started writing the story. I realized today that I still have a lot of holes.
It’s October 1 and I’m setting a goal for myself. A post and a picture a day. The picture won’t necessarily be taken the same day as the writing but it’ll be related to what I’m writing about. I’ve been extraordinarily busy
Often as I’m out in the milk room by myself (at least with no other human company) I wonder why it was that I’ve become so connected to dairy animals. It started in 2008 when I had the strong feeling that I
I wrote last (I think) that we made major changes in the farm. We switched from Saanen and Alpine dairy goats to Oberhasli. It was a good move. They aren’t giving as much milk as the other breeds did but getting the
With the dairy goats – production used to be a key factor in whether they stayed on the farm or not. We’ve had a good many Alpines, both French and American and Saanens over the past years. The problem with Alpines are
I tried to enter back into the sheepdog trial world. It seemed like a good idea. What well-bred and well-trained Border Collies can do is incredible. It also seemed like a good idea to bite the bullet and pay for a fully-trained
We now have three Border Collies living reasonably painlessly in the house. We have Lass, the seven-year-old fully trained dog that Wally and I bit the bullet and decided to purchase (on a payment plan!), Rex, the three year old dog we
Be careful of what you wish for because sometimes you get more than what you wanted. After my mini-meltdown on Sunday missing my former right hand chore helper, Gel, I wrote the girl whom I had sent Rex to over the winter.