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The Woodcock's Dance
Yesterday, I found a woodcock roosting in the brushy edge of our sheep pasture.
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In the Company of Cedars
Even though cedar trees are considered invasive and have a tendency to make a nuisance of themselves in pastures, I'm rather fond of the prickly things.
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Barnyard Graffiti
I woke up this morning with the vague sense that dawn was unfolding outside.
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Luddites and The Flying Shuttle
The last time we dropped yarn off at the weavers I became fascinated by the loom that Karin's father brought over from Scotland, and was, in fact…
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Busy as a Bird
It’s probably best, this time of year, to refrain from complaining about how busy you are to any livestock farmer you might meet – unless of course, you…
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Tributaries
When it rains, the western face of our traprock ridge collects all the rain drops as they seep through the talus slope and run under the rocky debris.
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Putting Moms on Pasture
My mom was arguably the best mom ever – bar none.
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