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(photo credit) Our giant black chicken stood outside the open kitchen window clucking with vigor yesterday afternoon. Despite the high heat and humidity, she marched back and forth in the green grass busily squawking with an air of self-importance, a clear sign...
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Saturday morning our kids were all away at sleep-overs. John got up early and brought two cups of coffee back to bed. When I stirred from my nest of sheets and sun, he asked, “Are you ready to hear about what I saw this morning?” I guess I must have been...
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Resilience Across the street winter rye, tall and green, shimmers and ripples in the breeze. Heavy rains bend random patches, large swaths flattened like giant deer beds. A thunder storm with wind and rain beats down long rows across the street. ...
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(Painting, “Cooped Up” by Lawrence J. Davis) They were closed in for almost a week. The new flock, used to living free-range with their former owner, needed time to recognize their new home. We didn’t want to risk them wandering...
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We stuffed them into boxes marked “Smirnoff Ice” and “Captain Morgan’s,” small boxes, free from the local liquor store. John cut air holes on the ride across town, slicing with his utility knife in the passenger seat while I drove. When we arrived at the...
