I think I have always used animals as a reliably cheerful distraction from whatever was ailing me. There has never been anything much wrong with me that a few hours in the company of one…
We have a barn! Or anyway a little lamb cottage. It came on a big truck with one sweet Vermonter delivering it. He had a hydraulic system to lower it into place and then he…
Hannah came home and together we went to meet the new lamb. We talked to ourselves all the way there. We don’t have to take him. We’d already compromised on a girl when we found…
The decision has been made. Few will be surprised. We are keeping Charlie. We had sort of acclimated ourselves to this idea of fostering. But after calls to several area shepherds we knew that Charlie…
We are not cut out for farming. We woke up to a dead baby lamb. We went to bed after bottles and cuddles with both of them in front of reruns of In Treatment. They…
We do not live on a farm. We live in a high end little picturesque village in Vermont filled with people who moved here from somewhere else. Most of them came from Manhattan and more…
Today I sat in sixty-degree sunshine and watched my baby lambs race across the yard with Pippi, our herding Moodle fast at their heels. Charlie and Daisy galloped in big circles on the grass and…
