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Good Saturday morning friends, The wind has laid, finally. I feel like I can breathe now. It really has battered us, our homes, our fences, our shingles. But today is a good day and I have a story from my dad for you. Hanging with Watoshy, in ’95 Sitting there playing with my bacon and… Read more
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The Wind by Robert Louis Stevenson I saw you toss the kites on high And blow the birds about the sky; And all around I heard you pass, Like ladies’ skirts across the grass– O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song! I saw the different things you did,… Read more
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I’m craving a book. Yes, I said craving. Like Elvis craved a fried peanut butter and banana sandwich. Longing, pining, desiring. Sometimes all I need in life is a book, a blanket, and a couple of hours. I don’t usually make it that long before falling asleep. Good friends, good books and a sleepy conscience: this… Read more
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You wanna know a little secret? I’m a Bob Ross fan. This man relaxes me. His voice is soothing and his happy trees and happy little mountains calm me. There was a time in my life, not too many moons ago, when I DVR’d old Bob Ross episodes. If you go to his website at… Read more
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The evening is breezy and mild. I’m sitting in my front yard in one of those vintage iron chairs as I type this. The birds are perched in the tree and on the high wires singing me a melody. The cows are grazing in the next pasture. The horses are munching alfalfa, and chickens are pecking… Read more
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The chicks are 4 weeks old this week and are slowly being prepared for their new outdoor home. This weekend we worked on the chicken pen, and it won’t be long until they must spread their wings and fly from this chicky mama’s box in the bedroom out into the coop and the big, wide world. … Read more
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I don’t know how many of you are familiar with Hank the Cowdog books by author John Erickson. Good ol’ Hank, Head of Ranch Security, can usually be found protecting the ranch from varmints and keeping everyone safe with his side-kick Drover. Well here at the J & A Chicken Ranch we have our own head of… Read more
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My dad was a golfer. There was usually a set of golf clubs in the back of his work truck, just in case. As a little girl I remember times when he’d suddenly remark, “Let’s go hit some golf balls.” Oh the joy I would feel. I was going to get to golf! So he’d… Read more
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We moved out to our Little Trailer House on the Prairie on March 15th. Less than 4 weeks ago. In this short time, there are a few lessons I’ve learned. First off, there ain’t no rest out here. Yes it’s pretty peaceful, no one comes to my door selling magazines, and Toby, the dang barking dog… Read more
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Wild West Willy called the other day. He said he was going to stop by after he milked a goat. My ears perked up at the mention of goat milking. If you’ve been a reader for very long, you might know goats are my next homesteading adventure. Just quick as I get these here chickens learnt good. The… Read more
Angel Wheeler 