• If you find a baby owl

    Monday, July 3, 2017 5 Permalink 1

    This probably applies to exactly no one but me, but it really did happen, so I feel I should prepare the rest of the world, just in case. Because I learned alot today. If you find a baby owl that is not obviously injured but only young and wobbling around on the ground looking cute as ...

  • City slickers and milking machines

    Sunday, December 13, 2015 0 Permalink 0

    Farm snobs I must be getting really French by now, because my snob factor is out of hand. We were kindly invited by urban friends to come into town this weekend for the Midi-Pyrénées agricultural show in Toulouse. They know we like these sort of "farm" things, they said. And they go every year. Won't we come ...

  • Ceci n’est pas un agneau

    Saturday, October 24, 2015 6 Permalink 0

    We had a sheep visited upon us. We are still recovering. I say visited upon us, in that plague-like way, because despite the fluffy imagination of a lamb, all cloudlike and angelic, a fullgrown 100kg sheep is a curse from hell, not a blessing. Unless you get to either shear or eat it, and we got neither. She ...

  • A tiny little life

    Thursday, June 18, 2015 4 Permalink 0

    Peeps We know there's been another hatching in the henhouse by the surprisingly high-pitched and loud voice of the new chicks. "Peep! Peep! Peep! Peep!" It carries far, and is distinct from any other sound. You can hear it all the way out in the driveway when they are first born, cutting right through even the blare ...

  • May Day, Labor Day

    Friday, May 1, 2015 0 Permalink 0

    The Work of Possibility While some of us celebrate liturgically on a designated Sunday each year, today is the natural Easter: The nests in full production, the new green on the trees and plants, not a single dead leaf anywhere. All is new and fresh clear, and there are eggs tucked into the hay and grass ...

  • Voyageur

    Tuesday, January 27, 2015 7 Permalink 1

    Every thing in its proper place When I was 24 I was quite full of myself. It seems to me now that humility is exponentially proportional to experience. Maybe that's because you learn the hard way how very much you have to lose, and how little you know about what's on the other side of this planet, ...