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Category Archives: Farm
Rhonda and the Butterfly
Today all the avian creatures are out in the yard, devouring the bugs and trimming the grass. Rhonda was even willing to put up with that strange white baaaaaahing creature in their midst, as it had a tendency to chase … Continue reading
Strange days
Ever have one of those days where you stop and take a look at what you are doing and realize it’s just nuts? And then do it anyway? We had a tragedy, and lost one of our goats. The other … Continue reading
The chickens are restless
We have three full grown roosters. Worf and Annoying can both do a full on crow. Riker doesn’t crow at all (we like Riker). We also have a couple rock boys that are just starting to realize they are male. … Continue reading
Tragedy in the coop
We suspected a predator around for the girls have been off their lay. Last night the raccoon struck, and Paprika (Rhode Island Red) Nameless Rooster 4 (Barred Rock) and You Again (Buff Cornish) were victims. Rhonda and a couple others … Continue reading
Hard at work around the farm
It’s just shameless how I exploit Rhonda and the Treat-Bringer to do all the chores around here. Work work work. And after this, I made them go clear the dirty dishes and crumbs off the picnic table. Poor Rhonda had … Continue reading
