The Fence That C Built

I should ask my two boys how they feel about the fact that I tend to call them by their first initials. I don’t know that I ever have? Because my brain frequently thinks one thing but says another, I am constantly calling them the wrong name. Or worse, I call my youngest “Justice,” whichContinue reading “The Fence That C Built”

Which Chicken? Part Three

Up until this point, I was thinking about my chickens as mostly a hobby-and-I-can-eat-my-own-eggs kind of thing. My Dad, on the other hand, had BIGGER PLANS. We were chatting by phone several weeks ago, and he suggested turning the former milking barn into the chicken barn and WOW does that ever open up possibilities. IContinue reading “Which Chicken? Part Three”