Septic Tank Trauma
I bet you flush the toilet in town without a hint of paranoia. I did before I bought my farm....
The Nebulous Path to Partnership
Drawn like magnets, humans want to be near animals so badly. We can't help ourselves, but we are a little...
Cowboys and Liberals
When people talk about the romance of farming, I think they've watched too much TV and read too little Steinbeck....
Spring Fever and Trailer Loading
You've been home all winter, working outside until the tips of your fingers sting. Carrying fifty-pound bags of feed over...
A Panic Room Or A Personal Haven?
How can being older feel like an unfamiliar experience? Awake every step of the way, but we seem lost and...
Intuition, Trust, and Horse Training
I'm thinking about trusting intuition. Or even recognizing intuition. Or comprehending trust, for that matter. Those words are made of...
False Spring and the Dying Gasp of Winter
Have you been hibernating? It's a smart choice, but time to wake up. The geese are back. I've been courting...
The January Manure Wars
I like to use farm implements for a couple of years after they first break down because I'm frugal. Think...
When Horses Ask For Help
She is a woman of a certain age. A retired wildlife biologist who wears Crocs when weather permits, and muck...
Calming Signals: Haunted by a Black Cat in a Pink Dress.
I was taking the trash out to the dumpster in the alley. As I reached the back gate, I saw...
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