Feral (Part 2)

This morning, the dark kitten, the one my daughter calls the “fluffy, neurotic one,” hissed at me as I walked into the bathroom.  He always greets me with this reminder of his wild beginnings, his wild mother, his own wild … Continue reading

Feral

April 15th, I walked into my chicken coop expecting only to find my one lone chicken, the others having been eaten by raccoons or passed away.  Instead, there stood my Buff Orpington hen in front of her laying box, clearly … Continue reading

Someone’s Listening

           Sally fidgeted on her mother’s lap throwing the toys her parents brought for her.  “She’s just like me when I was a child,” her mother complained.  “She never settles down and is always into everything.  I just can’t keep up … Continue reading