Tag Archives: chicks pecking
stretching their wings
I was always perplexed by the way a bitch (as in, female dog) will eventually turn on her pups — snarling as the little ones (who are, by then, not so little, with not so little teeth) try to continue … Continue reading
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a day to preserve
Emmett and I reserved today as Pickling/Canning/General Preservation day — little did we know that we’d find ourselves pickling late into the night! It’s 11 p.m., and the last jars of applesauce are finally filled and sealed — but still … Continue reading
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