Cleaning at Best Friends. I don't mind cleaning there. Years ago in the time of BP, (Before Parrots) I remember looking around my house and I could not for the life of me find one more thing to clean or straighten. It... Continue Reading →
I found this here: Ring We all played "Ring Around the Rosy" when we were kids. "Ring around the rosy, pocket full of posies, ashes, ashes, we all fall down." You can hear it here. http://youtu.be/XaA1C595y7M However, until you know... Continue Reading →
Life runs fast and mean in this town. -Hunter S.... Continue Reading →
The things I ponder. Sometimes I discuss them with Parker... I was straightening out the cabinet that contains, among other items, my Tupperware. Now this sounds like a mundane job one does now and then, but when you have them... Continue Reading →
Photo courtesy of Janet Holt Hilton I've been pondering other options for feeding our flocks aside from the Chop Concept and Grain Bake. One of the concerns I've had was ensuring the bioavailability of certain nutrients. Feeding raw vegetables is... Continue Reading →
My first Grey Parker has developed yet another crush. I never wrote about this issue in the Column, Memo to Parker and Pepper because I didn't quite know how to approach it. Parker has a terrible habit of developing crushes... Continue Reading →
I haven't posted here in quite a while and I'll tell you why: I ended up with a concussion. I was in Madrid and bumped the back of my head. Well, "bumped" is rather an understatement. I actually whacked the... Continue Reading →
I returned from the AFA Conference in Raleigh-Durham last week and I haven't posted about it yet because I had to hit the ground running. And my brain hurts. My thoughts on the conference will take several installments because there... Continue Reading →
Image found here: McConnell, IL History Making Chop with a crowd of people is not unlike a frontier Barn Raising. You have a specific goal in mind and everyone takes part making it a group effort. With everyone helping... Continue Reading →