New Home for Chickens

The chickens are growing by leaps and bounds (and by bounds, I mean, they are getting ready to bound out of their brooder cage). Their fluffy, baby-chick down is almost entirely gone, replaced by awkward-looking new feathers. They are goofy adolescents. They are voracious eaters (and subsequently, prolific poopers – my husband calls them “little…Read more »

Fetish(ist)

I have a fetish. It’s not sexual. I’m going to say, it’s more . . . spiritual. It’s not shoes, or lingerie, or latex. It’s – how can I say it? Neatness. I adore neatness. I relish tidiness. I find organization euphoric. I get an inordinate amount of joy from categorizing. I yearn to systematize the chaos. I need shit…Read more »