In the Good News department, the mallards have returned to the back yard. I thought they were gone for good, but that would have been surprising because they were already hanging around when I got here over ten years ago. Read the rest of this entry
Nobody wants to hear about COVID-19 any more. We adapted, it mutated. Apparently it isn’t ready to fade away.
Charlie & Hamish had birthdays last week! Hamish was two on Wednesday and Charlie was two on Friday. This generates quizzical looks because everyone assumes they are brothers. They were born on the same farm to different parents but they were raised together. They think they are brothers, so let’s not tell them, okay?
About one hundred and twenty years ago, I had some pets. Little rodents, mostly, eventually some birds. People brought me their sick pets, their inconvenient pets, pets in need of babysitting, and wild things one-step-above roadkill. I was an animal magnet. How did I become a non-profit? Read the rest of this entry
Everybody’s hungry. The squirrels are begging and Mr. and Mrs. Mallard have brought ’round friends to share the free cracked corn. I’m filling bird feeders constantly and even the hummingbirds hover, begging. That’s just the freeloaders. My own menagerie is having its own feeding frenzy. Read the rest of this entry
Stacy's Funny Farm 