5:52 p.m. CST March 10, writing at dusk, on the roof above me a mourning dove calls.  We’re right on the migratory line, you can see them in the state…View post

From here I can see the pig hutch marooned in the snow (open end is turned toward the woods…it doubled as a deer blind in November). Plan is to get…View post

This winter it just keeps coming. Today’s is heavy, wet. Clings to everything. Yesterday the maple taps eked out a few drips, now back to nothing. Pretty out there, though. …View post

Been having a whole lot of trouble on the egg-laying front this winter. Production dropped off to nearly nothing (there’s always a taper, but this year was especially steep), then…View post

Shot the breeze with long-time neighbors last night, played music with friends, and just plain enjoyed going home. All for a good cause. Thank you to everyone who made the…View post