My big girl, my sweet, sweet child. These pictures are already a month old and every day she looks more and more like a big girl, than my little baby. I love her wild, fluffy hair, and her expressive... Continue reading →
There’s a reason they call it pecking order. Chickens can be mean in their attempt to rule the roost. We recently came out one morning to find that one of our chickens had died – she was young, healthy, but... Continue reading →