Sure Sign

Sure Sign

Sure Sign February, 2019  The hens have started laying again – a sure sign the days are getting longer. Our flock is a heritage breed, Barnevelders, with copper and black plumage. The eggs are brown and some are distinctively spotty. Each hen lays a signature egg: big...
Orphans II

Orphans II

August, 2018  What a summer! For the second time, we are foster parents for a foundling creature. This time, Sheila made the discovery on a walk with Poppy. Behind the barn, a mother opossum was dead, two of her infant “joeys” clinging to her back. The flies circling...
Orphans

Orphans

May, 2018  We were alarmed to see Finn eyeing a small creature on the corner of the patio. Too big to be a mouse, too grey to be a chipmunk, the tiny squirrel kit was clearly in danger. I donned gloves, scooped it up and carried it to where I knew it belonged: the...
Barnevelder

Barnevelder

August, 2016 So what kind of farm doesn’t have chickens? Rhetorical question, but one I ask myself often. I had wanted goats, the rascals have charm. But hungry goats and tender flowers seem incompatible (pretty sure I’m right about that) so what animals could we...
Smitten

Smitten

July, 2011 We drove to Dryden with a pile of fluffy towels and tremendous excitement. Today was, finally, the day. We had waited for our Bernese puppy for a looong time and Galen, the dedicated breeder, had found us what she deemed the right temperament match: sweet,...
Broken

Broken

June, 2011 I could not miss the brilliant blue form, the little corpse that had once been glorious in flight. A bluebird lay on the pebbles outside the sliding doors, stiff with a death that was not fresh. Gingerly I picked him up and carried him to the steps where I...