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
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
That’s Clyde in the foreground. Bonnie, who comes running to greet me, is more skittish once she within reach.
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
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
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 &