You may or may not remember Skatha, the emo rooster that caused me weeks of physical therapy.  I’m sorry to say his attitude has not improved, exactly.  That is to say, he has improved with me but has gotten rather testy with the husband.   Perhaps its because I have developed a healthy level of fear.  And by fear I mean the caution one presents when escaping the presence of an enemy.  It requires moving very slowly as to not startle, it requires never turning one’s back on the threat, and it requires constantly presenting the beast with sacrificial grains whenever

I promised you more of my kitten story and then I left you hanging.  Seriously though, one of these days I’m going to get myself on some sort of reliable schedule for getting things done.  Actually, who am I kidding?  I should just be glad I’m getting to this now.  Stories are timeless, right? But anyway, previously on “ridiculous things I get myself into”, I found myself the caretaker of 4 kittens.  Children of an unfit mother.  Now, we tried to catch their mom. We tried real hard.  We wanted her to take responsibility for the children she bore and

Here’s the thing.  I love cats.  I’ve always loved cats.  Since I was a little girl.  I am forever a cat person.   But did I ever think I would become a crazy cat lady?  No. It all started with one cat.   Just one cat.   Who suddenly showed up in our barn.  Popping in and out at night, seen only by our security camera.   Now, feral cats on our property is not a new thing.  They show up often, run when they see us, and really just leave us alone.  I even caught one in a raccoon trap once.  I was

When I moved to Vermont, I read up on everything one must do when they encounter a black bear.  Don’t panic.  Don’t film it. Make yourself big, loud and intimidating to scare it away. Don’t run. I read it and repeated it over and over in my head. I pictured it until it was ingrained in muscle memory.  I was now a google certified wildlife expert. So when I came across one today while walking the property, I was set. Or so I thought. Because here is exactly how the scene played out. Bear enters scene, moseying across the street

I blame Old House Journal Magazine.  Because if they hadn’t done their job really well, I wouldn’t have even known this oven existed.  But one day I found myself, flipping through my new favorite magazine when I came across the ad.  And there she was in all her glory.  Positioned behind a heavily tattooed, hipster of a man who clearly meant business and the tagline “These aren’t your grandmother’s appliances”.  I was sold instantly. Now, all it takes is one glance at my Instagram to realize I don’t live in this world.  I live in a world where my imagination

I suggest you read this story quickly, as you never know if it will be taken down.  Because clearly our small community has stumbled upon some knowledge that someone somewhere doesn’t want the world to know.  But I am sharing it with you because clearly someone out there wanted the word spread.  Or something.  I’ll let you decide.  A few months ago, we received our local county newspaper.  Now, some of you might recall some of the gems I found in the local small town newspaper we got while we were living in the RV.  I still have a few

  To say this has been a smelly couple of months is a bit of an understatement.  In fact, it’s been downright rancid.   It’s not that I don’t clean.  In fact, I spend a couple hours every day cleaning.  If you ask my husband (and now probably my mother-in-law  who spent the past week witnessing my cleaning frenzies), I clean too much.   But sometimes stinky things happen that are out of our control.   It all started with our upstairs toilet.   One day we started noticing a bit of a sewage like odor coming from it.  We

Picture a fair maiden.  Let’s call her Tiffany (yes, she is me, And stop before you tell me I can’t be a maiden if I’m 42 years old and married with children.  This is MY fairytale).  And this maiden wants something more than anything.  Something she likely will never have. We all have ridiculous wants. Things we desire.  Yearn for.  Things we likely have no use for. Maybe it’s the fancy leather boots you love but are impractical in the rain. Or the new book by your favorite author that will likely end up in your growing stack of unread

Fall is the time for apples.  Apple Sauce, Apple Pie, Apple Cider donuts!  Fall just wouldn’t be the same without apples. So, I was pretty upset when I lost all my apples this year to the critters in the area.  I had my heart set on canning applesauce and apple pie filling. But, I am fortunate enough to live in a state with an abundance of apple trees ready for public picking!  So when my sister came to visit, I knew we had to stop by an apple orchard. We found ourselves an orchard with dozens of aged trees, packed

Or Never Stray From a Ritualistic Sacrifice to a Chicken God I know I said this series was over for a bit. Well, I lied. And I realize  I sound like I despise chickens and should likely not be a chicken owner.  But understand that I truly do enjoy my chickens.  They are entertaining and inspiring and utterly enjoyable.  There is just a bit of a transitional period as we learn to work as a team on this little homestead.  And for me, that transition is taking a bit longer than normal.  Especially when it comes to roosters. Roosters really