Every time I think the words two pheasants fighting, my brain immediately shouts FIVE GOLDEN RINGS. I don't know either. But here are pictures of...two pheasants fighting. Things are quiet around here lately. Writing about making jam and weeding the garden and trying to tame the weeds (OMG the weeds) and massive rhubarb plants… Continue reading Two Pheasants Fighting
We bought chicks. (!) Before buying chicks one must procure a brooder to keep the little buggers warm. A million years ago (ten years ago, actually) when we built a chick brooder, we made a big plywood box-type thingy. It worked well and was really nice. This time around, however, we opted for an easier… Continue reading Plastic Tote Chick Brooder
8 FEET HIGH AND RISING, BITCH. I finally get a picture of a crow and it's by accident, on a g.d. snowbank. Anyway, there's this particular stretch of highway near my house that always has crazy high snowbanks on the one side. When I was a kid I just couldn't get over it because if… Continue reading How High is the Snowbank, Mama?