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Moving On

Caesar’s absence still haunts us; we miss him every day. But life moves on, and so does the school year. I present to you a newly minted sixth grader:     Advertisements

Farewell to Caesar

One reckless driver. One little dog crossing the road. Two broken hearts. The world is full of greater tragedies; broken hearts are a dime a dozen. But for Sage and me, this loss is everything. We’ll heal. We’re already starting. But “If only” and “Never again” are hobgoblins, creeping out when I least expect them, […]

The Arrival of New Ophelia

My duckling Ophelia had a long, graceful neck; luminous, creamy feathers; and a friendly, flirty disposition. And she turned out to be a boy. So Ophelia had to rejoin her–oops, his–other siblings at my neighbor’s farm lest two males prove too rough for my little female Veelie. (There was no question of parting with the […]

Freedom for Ducklings

My three ducklings just passed a milestone: I decided they were big enough to come out of the little cage they’d been staying in during the day and roam with the chickens. Fortunately, the chickens immediately recognized the ducklings as irrelevant to the pecking order, so they haven’t given the ducklings more than a curious […]

A Farewell to Ducklings

Today, alas, seven of my ten orphaned ducklings have left the nest–literally. They’ve gone to live with my Amish neighbor, where they’ll either live long and happy lives as his breeding stock or end up on somebody’s plate. He’s a firm believer in free range poultry, though, so they’ll have a happy life until their […]

Unexpected Ducklings

If you’re an oboist, and you join a band, and you ride in a parade, you’ll end up with a flock of orphaned ducklings. At least that’s been my experience. It all began several years ago when, as a VERY amateur oboist, I joined the Eau Municipal Band. (Fortunately for me, it’s not picky about […]

A Floral Sanctuary

Now that July’s heat and humidity have arrived with a vengeance, the garden is responding vigorously (especially the weedy residents of said garden.) Most of the vegetables seem to be holding their own, but the battle to keep them from being swamped is perpetual. At times, it’s overwhelming, and I become even more grateful for […]