Lickin’ Lambs
It’s magical, and the task of “lickin’ lambs” is that one’s heart grows exponentially, and since I’m a sheepless shepherd the only way …..
Farm Footnotes from Fish Hatchery Drive
The anticipation was tight in my chest as we turned east onto Fish Hatchery Drive that hot August afternoon in 2012. I leaned forward...
Calling the Sheep
There is a lump in my throat and an ache in my heart for the events that have transpired in the last few days, and in true form the best...
Coming to know us
It was almost dark when the semi-truck of haylage bales arrived at the end of the driveway. In anticipation of this, the freshly shorn...
