The Sad, Sorry Story of a Hen-pecked Cat

Maybe it was all the times we squirted her if she looked cross-eyed at the chicks.  Maybe she’s counted and realized the barnyard birds outnumber her one hundred to one.  Whatever it is, our cat has decided to gracefully give ground when the guineas come looking for her food–and they’re always looking for her food!

If Cats in the Christmas Tree is too Old Hat for you…

I promised myself I woudn’t hatch any chicks after the first of November.  For one thing, I knew I’d need to clear out all chick and incubator occupied corners to make room for the Christmas stuff.  For another, I wanted to make sure I’d be ready to hatch in the spring–even if our crazy birds’

What kind of gratitude do broken boots give you?

Muck, mud, puddles, poo, cold, nails, shavings, dirt.  These are all things my boots are supposed to protect me from, and all things they let in when they’re broken down and full of holes.  But as I head into the flurry of our Thanksgiving week, I’m grateful for my boots, in whatever shape. See, my

Never Underestimate the Dangers of a Fluffy Chick

This was supposed to be a fun little blog post about how our splash chick got a bath and his new name.  Of course, that was before the scary turn that had me anxious about going to sleep last night, for fear I’d dream of drowning in my sleep. The chick, of course, doesn’t look like he

A Handmade Parade…of Voters?

Republican, Democrat, Independent, undecided, rabidly sure, die-hard party loyalist–is anybody else sick to death of this election?  I never answer the phone anymore without attempting to use my nonexistent psychic powers to tell if this is someone calling about chickens, or a recording blasting me with political speak.  Even our family discussions seem to be

Releasing My Inner Alligator

Lots of people nowadays have a bucket to do thing–a never-ending list of all the fabulous things they wanna do before they die.  I’ve decided on a list of things I wanna do before I’m an official, can’t-deny-it-anymore grownup and turn Forty.  Any Freudians out there, please refrain from drawing any conclusions about my perspective on

Happy Independence Day!

Lately my fun reading is all about Freemasons, Rosicrucians, the illuminati, and the history of such organizations as the FBI, CIA and NSA.  And where do I find reading material for such secretive organizations and societies?  At the public library, of course! This, to me, encapsulates much of what I love about America and the freedoms