(I forgot to post this last week.) Yesterday morning, while making the usual rounds at feeding time, I heard something unexpected: extra cheeping near the Muscovy brooder. Now, I’ve known for a while that one of the hens had been sneaking off to lay somewhere in that area. I just could never seem to find... Continue Reading →
A Note to the Woman Who Feels Broken
Standing on the Edge | Wednesday Dispatch You don’t owe the world strength today. If all you did this morning was rise enough to feed what depends on you, that is enough.If you lay back down in pain, exhaustion, or ache, that does not make you lazy or less.It makes you human. It makes you... Continue Reading →