Dogs. Dawgs. Other critters. Life as Oliver Wendell Douglas. Live heirlooms, both flora and fauna. Self-sufficiency. Suffering not a fool to live. Land stewardship. Turnip trucks, and those who have not fallen therefrom. Training things. Growing things. Search and rescue. What is this bug and what is it doing under my desk light? Embracing the reality that Nature Bats Last.
Friday, February 13, 2009
From the Crew Down at the Barn
I never know what I'll find when I open the porch door in the morning.
They've been presenting me with heads, tails, whole corpses, and, after an especially lovely night of hunting in the moonlit hayfield, someone's single, perfect, bean-sized kidney.
I don't let them see me feed it to the chickens.
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