Appreciating Spring

The chickens have begun to use the roosts – not gracefully, mind you – but they are using them.  Yesterday, I had to rescue Daffy when she got too high and didn’t know how to get down – good night, that girl can squawk.  Today, she got herself...

When They Come

Sunday morning sunshine feels different than any other light.  It’s more robust, more golden, more open, somehow.  And right now, the farm is fairly glowing with it. If I’d ever been to Ireland and stood overlooking a range of hills in the early morning,...