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

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Happy Family Poses For Picture–Hey! Where’s The Cow?

February 12, 2014February 12, 2014

Happy Family Poses For Picture–Hey! Where’s The Cow?

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Pensive Chicken

December 28, 2013December 28, 2013

Pensive Chicken

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December 15, 2013

TAN

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Real Man With A Dream And A Plan

November 28, 2013

Real Man With A Dream And A Plan

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Life Comes Into Focus Only Briefly. Don’t Miss It!

November 10, 2013November 10, 2013

Life Comes Into Focus Only Briefly. Don’t Miss It!

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March 19, 2013March 19, 2013

Dog Love

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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.

Puppy love 💗 🐶💕

Everything you can imagine is real. Pablo Picasso

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