Or, Love is possible at any age. . . I want to say Cutter was sweet and kind. But he wasn’t. Gentle? Not so much (he broke our friend Jil’s finger one day while being “opinionated.”) He certainly wasn’t flexible or even well-mannered. What was Cutter? An ancient quarter horse, probably 36-years old, who was loyal, devoted,… Continue reading The Story of Cutter and Lucille
Little Dude, sloppy with formula after a meal and before flying lessons (Minds out of the gutter please, it stands for My Favorite Nest) Barns harbor many more animals than the ones we put into them. They also house destructive rodents (grateful the neighbor’s cat decided he likes our vermin better than his original human’s… Continue reading MFN Birds
Or, What the hell were we thinking? Early this morning as I scanned through my Facebook feed, a post from Ziggy’s Rescue Farm Sanctuary caught my eye. The author was lamenting the loss of yet another rescue, a pig named Allison, and he wrote that he was awake most of the night before wracking… Continue reading The Farm Animal Rescuers’ Lament:
Many of you know our sweet steer, Benny Coconut, loved to sing with me in the evenings.
I’m getting old, so there are plenty of things I’ve forgotten (and so many more I wish I could forget) but I will always remember a friend of mine, having heard about a shark being killed near our beach, saying, “I don’t care about any old shark.” I was horrified as she was normally an… Continue reading A Cautionary Tale of Hawks, Crows and Barn Swallows