Barnyard & Bees

The Bees are Dead, The Goldfish Are Not, and It’s Okay.

By |2021-03-20T15:48:17+00:00March 20th, 2021|

It’s the first day of spring and the bees are dead. After a long yesterday assessing the winter garden hangover – the deer-nibbled evergreens, the chicken-uprooted polygonatum, the muddy mess that will someday house new garden beds, but currently looks like the Somme in 1916 – this news hit me the hardest. Give me [...]

The Charms of a Few Chicks

By |2019-03-27T18:22:42+00:00March 27th, 2019|

My subconscious was working overtime last week. At about the same time I was throwing up my hands up at the cruel and unusual punishment that is parenting today’s American teenager, I decided to pick up ten random balls of fluffy, need-me-desperately adoration. And, within the space of six days and a half a bag [...]

Cluck Cluck

By |2018-02-20T20:41:25+00:00July 14th, 2014|

The topic of backyard chickens has reared its feathered head again, causing a spate of ruffled feathers and poor puns throughout local newspapers. It has been over five years since we fought and lost this particular battle in Brunswick. Situated as I am now, comfortably out of city limits and ever more comfortably outside the [...]

Winter’s Salvation

By |2018-02-20T20:41:25+00:00March 31st, 2014|

Never has a topic been so thoroughly explored and exhausted as that of the Brown Marmorated Stink Bug infestation that has plagued the East Coast for several years. I use the word 'exhausted' very deliberately. One grows bone-weary of reading articles filled with half-truths and empty promises regarding physical or chemical control; and [...]

Friendly Freeloaders

By |2018-02-20T20:41:25+00:00March 1st, 2014|

Pepper the house cat on a rare foray in the garden. A barn cat is a feral thing. A spitting, skittish ball of fur, happy to lay in the sun but happier when you resist the urge to bend down and pet it. Or at least that's what I imagined. Someone forgot to [...]