Xander is my Hundred-Pound Marshmallow, a Great Pyrenees/Something-Probably-Labbish mix. He’s a gentle giant with people and small baby things.
Baby chicks especially.
It was love at first sight of those tiny balls of fluff. His ginormous heart melted.
What You Need To Raise Chickens At work, I am affectionately (I think!) known as the Crazy Chicken Lady. Not many people raise their own meat and egg-producers, and as someone pointed out, “You know, they sell eggs and chicken at the grocery store, you don’t need to go to all this work.” […]
Yeah, remember that song, Sister Golden Hair by America? I always loved this line: “I’ve been one poor correspondent, and I’ve been too, too hard to find, but it doesn’t mean you ain’t been on my mind.” As the song says, it doesn’t mean I wasn’t thinking about all of you out there, blog […]