“Rundy, something’s got one of the chickens.”
“Huh?” I sat up in bed to see Titi standing in the doorway.
“Something is in the chicken house. I can hear one of the chicken’s screaming.”
“Oh.” My first thought was to turn over in bed and forget about it. The chicken must be a goner, the animal will probably […]

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The Araucana chicks are growing up. They are at the teenage stage: Independent, looking like slightly miniature chickens–not quite there, but getting there. They have their bright intelligent eyes, sleek bodies, and quick agile feet.
It is interesting how each batch of chickens turn out differently. There is, of course, the wide variety in feather coloring […]

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Twice this summer I have house-sat (or, more precisely, dog-sat) for my uncle. His family doesn’t like sending their dogs to the kennel when they go on vacation and it is a way for me to earn a bit of money. People who hear of this say, “Oh, so you get a vacation too” but […]

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Last Friday was the opening day for a local festival. I am the sort of person who normally spends his time huddled in a dark corner whispering to himself and staring at the flickering light of his monitor. As far as social interaction, you could shovel a meal under the door and I’d pretty much […]

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We all have our preferences in futility. I have at various times made different forms of this observation, but today it struck me again as I watched my Mom weed her flower garden. I wouldn’t do that, I thought. It wasn’t because I thought weeding was too hard–weeding is easy. It wasn’t because I hate […]

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