Charlie was bad twice today. At least. That’s just counting the two times he barged into the aviary, uninvited. Read the rest of this entry
It’s June. In the Pacific Northwest, we call it “June-uary.” Read the rest of this entry
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
The Farm Manager staggered out to feed us this morning, looking down at her shoes, muttering something about a naughty rabbit and new shoelaces.
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Not many people continually compare their sheep to a capybara. Membership in this club is limited. Sheep will never have the cachet of a capybara, but they are friendly, entertaining, and nearly as destructive as a capybara.