I blew out the door and across the yard, screaming and cussing the dogs, then swung my broom like a machete. They flattened themselves in the weeds and froze. It was 3 a.m., the stars just starting to fade, and the sun still a no-show, that last precious hour of sleep before the day creepsContinue reading “Night of the Wendigo Scrum”
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The Life We Choose
On hot afternoons, my horses like to doze with their noses about two inches above the water in their trough. I don’t have my 700-gallon tank set up at our new place, the evaporation from that much water surface will take some thought, especially when I only have the three. Changing times and all. TheyContinue reading “The Life We Choose”