Everyday farming experiences, written by a budding farmer!

Every self-respecting farm must have a Mouser!  A cat with a clearly defined job description and KPI’s (I am in HR) whose sole existence is to ensure the complete and total annihilation of any and all rodents on the farm.

In the years after my husband died, and as my emotions withered away and shriveled in Siberia, I still had to survive. 

It still hasn’t rained! The drought is debilitating and the famine is homicidal. Yet, here I am. Let me fill you in.

I have not been here a while, so indulge me a little. How are you? I hope you missed me as much as I missed your “likes” and “comments” on my blog!

“The soul which cannot endure fire and smoke won’t find the secret” Here I am, enduring my fire and smoke in search of the secret!

“Everything you possess of skill, and wealth, and handicraft, wasn’t it first merely a thought and a quest?”

In her head, she is “super doggo” and she can fly! 

I had the dream again. My teeth were falling off. They ache and shake then they fall off. In the dream, I have no emotion.

They escaped again! Who you ask?  Houdini and the crew. 

As you may have guessed by now, I did not shoot the borehole.  I doubt very much shooting it would have made a difference.