October 3, 2011



Last week Sonny’s parents came out for a short visit. We had a great time and were glad to have the opportunity to see them. Harold and Clarissa came out as well and it was Duke’s first time to see his great grandparents in person. Of course he loved all of the attention that was lavished on him. Next week my parents will be out to visit along with my sister. Once again Duke will have first introductions to people who form the branches of his family tree.

I love for family and friends to come and visit. I always said that the walls of the Pot Hole Farmhouse would be imprinted with the sounds of life. Our place is small but we all seemed to squeeze in just fine. Outside the weather was damp  and drizzly. Inside it was warm and the sound of chatter and good cheer filled the rooms. Each meal was spent gathered around our small dinning table festively set with red and yellow plates. In my book there is nothing better than sharing good food and conversation with the people you love.

In this modern age our lives seem to revolve around our iphone, texting, facebook and email. Its how we communicate with each other without real human contact. They are nice resources to have when our families are so far away, but for me they will never take the place of seeing someone face to face.

I hope that Duke will have the chance to hear our family stories that have been told a thousand times. That he will see the faces of those who lived the story and hear their voices as they tell it. These are the things that make memories and keep the generations connected from one to the other.

We have had a full house. Stories have been told, laughter has echoed, memories have been made. Life is good.



October 1, 2011



Its been a few days now since Roo Roo passed on and the hens seem to be adjusting. Initially they were a bit confused, standing in a cluster around the coop door as if expecting him to proudly step out, flap his wings and crow over his dominion. Eventually they moved on, scattering into their normal cliques to search for insects, but never venturing far from the coop and barn. Even today they still linger in that vicinity and have not moved out any farther to the areas Roo Roo would take them.

They seem at a lose for guidance and protection. The two guinea males that are still left have stepped up and keep close to the hens, warning them when danger is near.  The other day I heard the guineas throwing a fit and squawking loudly at the edge of the woods near the barn. I grabbed the shot gun and ran out of the house thinking that some predator had gotten one of the hens. I found them hiding in the coop and pole barn.

My two guineas became widowers a few months ago when a predator took the females sitting on nests. Now my hens are widows, but they need not be lonely. The guineas will keep them safe, and in exchange the hens will give them the companionship of a flock.

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