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Posts tagged ‘cattle’

My diller killer

Armadillos aren’t native to Missouri, but we’re seeing them come in droves. Blame global warming. Or deny global warming. But the fact of life is that…

Go on, git!

It happened in an instant. One kick, one quick flick of a 600 lb calf’s back legs, and our cattle man was rubbing his backside with…

Dinner bell

I have nothing romantic or notable to say aside from the fact that I love living on a cattle farm. I am so very lucky. Ding,…

Men at work

*contains graphic imagery* It’s a bloody business, operating a cattle farm. The days ticking down to Thanksgiving are typically a flurry of family matters and last-minute…

First snow

I suppose everyone makes a post like this at this time of year. But my God, it is beautiful. Jon came home early from his trip,…

Cut for cud

Fun Fact: Cows spend up to eight hours a day chewing their own cud. Jon always gets a little butt-hurt about the fact that I don’t…

Rose Hansen

writer | photographer

At the corner of 14th & Oak

Wanderer, Writer, Dreamer, Jew ~ Kitsap Peninsula, Washington

300 stories

A continuing mission to produce flash fiction stories in 300 words (or less)

For Dragonflies And Me

Come and share in the simple things I love in my life!

Write On Target

Where writers meet and words come to life

Homestead Honey

Inspiration for a Radical Homestead


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I Quit My Job and Moved to Guam

My Guamanian Adventures!

The Slow Foods Mama

{ sowing seeds of sanity in an insane food system }

The Cosy Kitchen

Food. Friends. Fridays.

Day by Day the Farm Girl Way...

Simple life on a little piece of land.

Gwirrel's Garden

: Doesn't like reality :

The Garden Smallholder

Small-Scale Smallholding, A Tiny Farm In A Big Garden

Sorry Television

Reading a book a week

write meg!

Writing, Reading and Loving Like a Mother

Sublime Palate

A Food journal of beautiful memories and fascinating cultures

A Vegetarian Foodie's Guide to Life


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