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Country Bonding

A few days ago, I left my garden and was approaching the house when suddenly, I was transfixed by the sweetness of the scene before me: Sage was embracing his father, who was lying in the hammock. Sage’s head was lying upon Paul’s, and the timeless tenderness of this scene almost moved me to tears. Then […]

The Wild Garden

Despite my intentions to make this year’s garden an orderly piece of living art–or at least almost as neat as my Amish neighbors’ gardens–the plants had other ideas. I’d laid the garden out to be pleasingly symmetrical, with corn hills at each corner and a row of broccoli along the front, but I couldn’t resist […]

Running with the Big Birds

It ain’t easy being a chick, especially if you’re running with the Big Birds for the first time. That’s what my little birds learned the hard way today. They’d been spending their days staring plaintively through the mesh of their chicken tractor–a cage within the large chicken pen where they can get some fresh air […]

The Tribulations of Being a Chick

My little chicks are growing up; the day-old fuzzballs who first came home with me are now gangly adolescents. They’re too big to stay in their cardboard box all day but too small to be released among the old-timers, so they’ve been spending their days in a mesh-sided cage within the larger chicken pen. All […]

Chick Day!

Last Friday, the long awaited and blessed event finally occurred: The arrival of the chicks. We only raise three or four chicks every two years in order to keep our egg supply steady, so Chick Day is always an exciting event, especially if you happen to be a ten year old. Sage bonded with his […]

Sage’s Day of Artistic Triumph

Sage is a boy of  many talents, and he got to show some of them off at his school’s Spring Arts Festival. Of course, he played recorder along with his class on their group songs, but he also stepped into the spotlight. After playing a duet with one of his best friends, he performed the […]

Chicken Surprise

On my way out to the compost piles this morning, I was startled to see beady yellow eyes peering at me from a metal bucket lying on top of a pile of cinder blocks. Closer inspection revealed the huddled figure of Flappybird, a chicken recently acquired from our Amish neighbor and named by Sage in […]