We’re Hunting Wabbits (vegetarians look away)

We have a little morning tradition in this house. When the Little Paddler comes in to our bedroom, Mr. Fairweather gets up with her to make the pot of coffee. They have a little look out the window and ask, “Fox?” “No fox.” The day can proceed then because the lone surviving hen is safe for another while. One morning though, I got up before … Continue reading We’re Hunting Wabbits (vegetarians look away)