I love farm babies! And this year, there have been so many.
First there were the baby chickens.
Then there were the baby goats.
And the giant baby dog.
As if that was not enough, the baby birds just hatched in the nest in my hen house.
And when I went over to my cousin’s house, here’s what I found at the old wash house door.
You have no idea how hard it was to not bring one home!
Is there such a thing as a bearded hen? Or does this one belong in a sideshow?
"It was a cold wintry day when I brought my children to live in rural West Virginia. The farmhouse was one hundred years old, there was already snow on the ground, and the heat was sparse-—as was the insulation. The floors weren’t even, either. My then-twelve-year-old son walked in the door and said, “You’ve brought us to this slanted little house to die." Keep reading our story....
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March 2010
"Lamb-y, then whammy! Get some tickets to Miami! Snow is easing, but we're still freezing. It may be spring by the astronomer, but not by the thermometer. Mighty fine, then leonine."
- Sue on Ball Blue Book Giveaway
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