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That’s not Crackers the goose… After the demise of my ENTIRE chicken flock thanks to a rascally neighborhood fox, it refueled

That’s not Crackers the goose… After the demise of my ENTIRE chicken flock thanks to a rascally neighborhood fox, it refueled

When we moved into our humble abode in Iowa, we had three acres of waist-high bull thistles to take care

Our humble abode. In case you’re wondering what the front of our house looks like, here you go. Weird, yes

While reading a biography of Abraham Lincoln, I discovered the martyred president and our family have something in common: Indiana

At the Indy 500 parade! This weekend, despite the promise of an extra day with Jack at home, has already

A monumental battle between two ant colonies that went on for five DAYS. I know the nursery rhyme indicates that boys are

It’s so much easier when you don’t have to paint around furniture. Oh, well! We (and the horses!) are all settled

Happiness to a horse is green grass. One of the first projects we started working on upon moving to our

Our big gelding turned eighteen today. Stoney’s birthday party was rather mild, with rolled oats, molasses, carrots, plenty of green

The flowers are out in full bloom… …and good thing too. The bees are enjoying a bee buffet… …which means

Patience is walking a horse back to the paddock, only to be yanked to a stop every two feed while

Jack and the girls make awesome travel companions. They slept at least six hours of our ten hour trip back
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