One probably shouldn’t name an animal one might be eating. Barbara Kingsolver, among others, recommends this. Still, I named Coila this week, even knowing her future at Fern Creek might be severely curtailed on account of being a Mean Bird. Coila is in isolation, and not because she’s sick or wounded. I pulled this nameless Gold Sex Link pullet from the flock of […]Read more ›
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Emma comes to Fern Creek every Saturday with her Dad, and often her Mom. Emma and I exchange big smiles when we greet each other. She is barely two and comes to Fern Creek with an agenda: to pet Pollifax, eat berries out of her crate (and other crates if she can get away with it), and visit the […]Read more ›