I manage to keep most wildlife outside of the house where it can be observed but not interacted with. I prefer it this way. I love to watch wild animals but I don’t want them touching my stuff. So imagine my surprise @ 630 this morning when I found the huge bastard of a…
Read more Farm Chronicles: It’s too damn early for this!
When I stepped into the backyard of the house in a quiet suburb, I was hit by the smell of shit and death. I had visited this place two weeks before and somethings had changed, namely the torn animal pens, the scattered feathers and chicken pieces, and the upset woman, April, who’d asked me…
Read more Farm Chronicles: For the Night Is dark and Full of Terrors
The trick to the management of asses is to simply accept that at some point, you are going to have deal with what comes out of it. I’ve managed my ass since I was two or three. It took practice, but before I hit elementary school, no one else really had to think about my…
Read more Farm Chronicles: I’m Surrounded by Assholes
There are two times in my life when I dared to go topless in public. If you want to know that first story, keep reading, I’ll end there. If you know me, you know that I have zero issue with nudity. I spent 2.5 years basically topless because I breastfed the kid,and didn’t care who…
Read more Farm Chronicles: Call Before You Come…
My husband is an all around good guy. Bob can build and repair almost anything. He enjoys the work and he has been industriously repairing, installing, and improvising improvements all over the property to make our home more comfortable for our family and animals. He has installed: A water softener and sediment filter so…
Read more There Are Serpents Among Us…
Moving to the country is quiet and I have to resist the urge to use words like ‘yonder’ and ‘holler.’ There are more flies here. There’s no cable TV or fast internet access out here. There are a few amenities that I am getting used to doing without and I’m actually okay with that.…
Read more Farm Chronicles: I’m already a farmer.
No one told me how much rape I might witness on a farm. None of the chicken sex that I have witnessed in the past two weeks seemed to be pleasant or consensual. I watched that rooster run down every hen on the yard and tag them. They ran from him but it didn’t matter.…
Read more Farm Chronicles: Wow… That’s Warm