*Another one from the archives. Sorry. Not really. Living in the sticks, we expect to see all kinds of critters. There’s the hawk that uses the front pasture as his (or her?) hunting ground, various rabbits that frolic everywhere, deer, turkey, feral cats that multiply like frolicking rabbits, foxes, coyotes, etc. Well, last Monday night the girls (my dogs, Sophie…… Continue reading The Uninvited Guest
This is a story I wrote several years ago for my old blog. Sorry if it’s a rerun for ya. Since moving to a magical place called “The Sticks” and living on an actual dirt road, we’ve fulfilled many Jeff Foxworthy jokes. You know the ones- “You might be a redneck if directions to your house…… Continue reading Bet this doesn’t happen in the city….