As I walk around my property, every tree stump, dark shadow on the edge of the woods, is a disguised bear waiting to jump out and grab me and drag me away to their hidden den. I’ll never be seen again.
As I walk around my property, every tree stump, dark shadow on the edge of the woods, is a disguised bear waiting to jump out and grab me and drag me away to their hidden den. I’ll never be seen again.
These days of spring bring about the season of renewal and growth. Front porch sitting again.
If it is possible for a chicken to squeal with delight, Dottie did just that. Baby Pepper proclaimed “I’ve got sisters!”
Red Dirt Farm and Studio 