Friday, Jan. 17, 2014: I got a message from Mike that he would be picking me up after work and heading out to Rosemary's farm. With little else to do, (...)

The furry buggers were arguing loudly and chasing each other around the trellis. Ingrid, my landlady, yelled that the raccoons were fighting. They wer (...)

Mike brought his guitar down to play in the sweet spot. That spot on the stairs has the best acoustics in the house. This sweet spot was discovered by (...)

The difference between a skidder and a bush hog is mainly one of size. The bush hog is a professional tool for the experienced woodsman. It never gets (...)

Saturday: We were just about to have breakfast when Paul arrived with his bush hog. He joined us for a brekky of blueberry pancakes in Maple syrup. Pa (...)

Mike & I worked steady at the wood until it was time for brunch. Rosemary cooked a lovely omelette. Mike spotted Ivan who seemed to have a problem wit (...)

Loud "maaaa" (in stereo) greeted me from the barn. The new lambs were shy about coming out into the field. I tried to coax them out but it took a burb (...)

I went around the barn and hopped the fence by the pond. The sheep were out and about. The geese were shy and stayed in but the ducks and chickens cam (...)

The twins stayed close together as they explored. The duck was showing them around.

Mother decided that it was time for lunch. The twins needed little encouragement and fed heartily.

I had to laugh at the twins when they finished feeding. Two little blacks faces with white lips from Mom's milk.

This duck was enjoying bobbing into the water of the feeder.

This rooster strutted his stuff while enjoying the view.

There was loud thumping behind me. I turned to find this sheep easing an ear itch by scratching against the barn.

The sheep then turned around and began to scratch her butt against the barn. She was doing the sheep rhumba with her butt, wriggling this way and that (...)

What is this cold, white stuff? Hey, it melts in your mouth! The lambs kicked their heels each time they munched some snow. They are so funny to watch (...)

Meanwhile, Marcella looked on forlornly from the other side of the fence, wishing to join in. I went over to give her another hug and she followed me (...)

The front porch of Tiraislin House is, in part, a gallery. Here, the cats are enjoying the outdoors in front of one of the paintings.

What surprised me was the appearance of the wild cat. She seemed more and more at ease with the cat herd. She didn't mind my presence but she still re (...)

Henry finally settled down with a loud purr. Hey, what is that big, hairy thing dangling between my legs?