You win some...

If I were to say, "it's been busy lately" then I would be painting you an inaccurate picture. I'm searching for other words....frenetic, intense, overloaded. In case you are a visual learner, you may find the following picture more telling than any of my words.

Taken at the END of my workday. Moments after discovery.

We have gotten a lot done. It's true in a sense. But no matter how hard I try, I cannot cram more than 24 hours into a day. Except daylight savings time. And I usually forget to take advantage of that (next year, next year). We finally expanded our duck pen, dug up part of the lawn for our square foot garden, installed a deer fence around the garden, built "tunnels" for our veggies while they attempt to grow in this stubbornly cold weather, introduced baby duckies to big duckies, and started a worm compost bin. Oh yeah, we both went to the dentist too.

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Surprise!!!

Sometimes you go away for a while, say on a weekend business trip, and you come home to a different situation.


Maybe your plane lands late at night, and you groggily make your way through the front door at 2am. Everything looks the same. Laundry piled high on the couch. Shoes strewn about the entry way. A hurried load of dishes waiting to be unloaded in the kitchen.


It's quiet and everyone's asleep. Except you. And that's when you notice the small light coming through the window from the building out back. It's that red familiar glow that's less about light and more about heat. You'd recognize it anywhere, even if you've never seen the actual reason, or reasons as the case may be, for its existence.


"Welcome home," it says, "welcome home Mrs. Bee."


"And welcome home brand new baby duckies, you'll be safe and warm under me."


And so we have 5 more little ones. All girls (we think). Mr. Bee's egg laying pets. An endangered breed called Magpies

A Eulogy for Jerome

The real slaughter day came and went. It was nearly a week ago. Somehow silence seemed superior to an instant recap without reflection.

I still don't have many words. In truth, it's hard to know what conclusions to draw so I'll begin with our unanticipated slaughter day.

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