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Katahdin Sheep, Chickens, Ducks, Dogs and Novelist Adrienne Morris live here (with humans).

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February 5, 2016

On the One Cold Day

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A Visit to the Hen House

October 3, 2015

A Visit to the Hen House

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August 7, 2015August 7, 2015

Summer Whites

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July 10, 2015July 10, 2015

Country Living: Morning on the Farm

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June 28, 2015June 28, 2015

Pet Chicken

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June 14, 2015June 14, 2015

Country Living: Rain

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One of the New Chicks on the Block

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February 8, 2015

A Happy Hen Story

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December 24, 2014

Christmas Dinner

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Now that I’ve finished writing the sixth and final book in The Tenafly Road Series, I ‘m enjoying a good long read! FANTASTIC

Meet Rhett Butler our new LAVENDER rooster!

Turtle 🐢 in my pond

The syrup of lilies hangs thick and sweet in the air, its cloying scent the traditional mask of death and rebirth: ashes and incense, rain and dirt, and something like rosin. It's the scent Hector associates with God. The scent of heavenly things. Kimberly Morgan, On Angels and Rabbit Holes

Song of myself A child said What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he. I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven. Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord, A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropt, Bearing the owner's name someway in the corners, that we may see and remark, and say Whose? Or I guess the grass is itself a child, the produced babe of the vegetation. Walt Whitman

Lost little lamb.

Goodnight, my someone, Goodnight, my love, Sleep tight, my someone, Sleep tight, my love, Our star is shining it's brightest light For goodnight, my love, for goodnight. Sweet dreams be yours, dear, If dreams there be Sweet dreams to carry you close to me. (From Music Man)

At the rodeo tonight! Beautiful animals!

You don't have to burn books to destroy a culture. Just get people to stop reading them. Ray Bradbury

“If liberty means anything at all, it means the right to tell people what they do not want to hear.” George Orwell.

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