Sunday Travels | To the Hidden Pasture
Mr. Big Food cut the Southwest and Hidden Pastures yesterday. Dogs had a fabulous time! Scared up a covey of quail.
A little walk
Have a good one!
DoRD @TFWS
A weather update from The Farm Weather Center (TFWC). It’s raining, thundering, and lighteninging. There have been 203 lightening strikes today. I find that hard to believe, too. But then, Windy is click-click-clicking away in the background, and there was a lot of thunder. (I’m convinced it picks up cloud-to-cloud strikes as well as cloud-to-ground.)
Announcement!
Clyde is male. I had thought we were given two ewes. I was mistaken. I had thought they were just playing when they were butting each other the other week. Again, I was mistaken. But there was no mistaking Clyde’s behavior this morning, and certainly no mistaking his… anatomy & physiology when I got to
Old Geezers! There is Hope!
Mr. Big Food and I will be venturing off the Farm soon. As Daughter C & the J-man no longer live here, we were forced to confront the questions, “Dogs? Farm?” So we asked Matt & Erika. OMG. Yes! There are young folk who like tea, who know a few words of Hungarian, who know
Bonnie & Clyde: The Movie
In case you were wondering– given the fact that I spoke to the sheep as if I were addressing human infants– sheep’s auditory frequency range is 100-30,000Hz. The frequency of a human female voice ranges from 165-255Hz (male voice, 85-180). So Mr. Big Food may have to elevate the frequency of his calls. I need
Bonnie & Clyde
That’s Clyde in the foreground. Bonnie, who comes running to greet me, is more skittish once she within reach.
The Case of the Missing Sheep
As you know, one of the sheep went missing the other day only to return on the wrong side of the fence, necessitating that Mara and I become shepherds. As I said, So I opened the gate between the two pastures thinking eventually one of the two stupid animals– and I do mean stupid– would
What the @#$%^&*(?
or Why it Pays to Have a Fit I told Missy the other day that pretty much everything begins in the middle of things and this story certainly does. I happened to be outside when I saw the trash truck coming up the driveway. Stopped. Started backing up. I am in no better mood than
And so this is Christmas
With no decorations on The Farm I’m not overdecorating for Christmas. In fact, I’m not decorating at all. My Christmas OverDecorating Partner in Crime is fixin’ to move out. And so, … I weighed on the one side of the scale the energy it takes to turn The Farm into an awesome Christmas Lights &