Where am I, and how on earth did I get here? Wasn’t I just 15 yesterday? When did my life change from just trying to pass math class to trying to keep about a billion little critters alive? This was my contemplation this morning, under a purple pink sky, holding a hose, filling a chicken waterer for what felt like the umpteenth time. Fat little meat birds scrambling around my…
Do you wish there was a pause button in life? A sunset, a moment, something magical and wonderful – pause. Stop. Don’t make me go any further than here. Let me just stay here for awhile and bask in the moment. Have you seen the show How I Met Your Mother? The iconic couple Marshall and Lily have a pause rule when they have a fight so they can stop…
When I make this cake I always think of my sister. I won’t ever be able to make it and not think of her (unless I’m like 92 and can’t remember my own name but I doubt I’ll be baking cake then so….) When we were young teenagers, trapped home alone during a snow day, we took to the kitchen! Much to Mother’s dismay. We rarely made anything good in…
I wrote my original post about Livestock Guardian Dogs back when we brought home our first Maremma sheepdog, Hayley. Back when I knew the research but hadn’t lived the experience. While I still stand by the training techniques I talked about in that post, I figured it was high time I revisited the realm of Livestock Guardian Dogs (or LGD for short) and share some of the hard lessons I’ve…
September 10, 2018 Something big was in the forest. Hayley barked loud and long into the darkness but whatever it was was not afraid of her and continued to creep through the trees. The prolonged barking awoke the sleeping Farmher and provoked the side of her that tends to growl in a fearsome tone. But despite Farmher’s unlady-like yells out the window, Hayley continued her booming barks. By morning light…
Currently, there’s dog hair all over my couch. All.over.it. There’s chicken waterers, rabbit water bottles, and random bowls in my bathtub, filled with ice in various stages of melting. I pulled straw out of my kitchen sink. I haven’t washed my hair and I’m still wearing the same shirt I wore yesterday. This is where I am. This is me. My shoulder is throbbing, but I couldn’t tell you what…