Dog wrangler, cat slave, turkey observer, cow racer, raccoon enabler…these are just a few of the jobs I take care of out here on the acreage. Hard work? Undoubtedly. Entertaining? Oh my, yes (!!!) which is why I added another title to my responsibilities: noter of all things extraordinaire.
I am not a farmer. I didn’t grow up around farmers. I didn’t move to the country until later in life, and I’m not on one of those upscale acreages with the fancy manicured lawns. I live on a small piece of land that Mother Nature is trying to reclaim.
Ma Nature and I have come to an agreement of sorts, but I am always aware of her minions of songbirds, quadrupeds, and creepy crawlies. Here and in my books I detail their shenanigans (which, yes, are mostly instigated by my own furries).