I got sidetracked with a project and didn’t get out to the pasture to move the goats until after dark. Not fun when that overgrown pathway is surrounded by thorny locust tree trunks and saplings like this. The goats were most displeased by my tardiness and displayed their tempers in various ways. Once again, I
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Frosty mornings are more the rule than the exception at last. It’s been an unusually arm fall here. That’s been nice, considering how much settling
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Dixie? Annie? Lucy? Josie? Bebe? We haven’t picked a name yet for the new farmcollie pup. She’s 7 weeks old and just arrived at the farm yesterday evening. She’s met the livestock and is only intimidated by the guineas, the rooster gangs, and Speedy, the mama hen. No shame there, even the 80 lb. English
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