Literally. Here at my gentlewoman’s farm. And this morning, having coffee on the deck, a skunk joined me as if it were just an ordinary moment. Luckily, I froze and he merrily waddled by. Hope he is not a she.
Yes, chickens. I will keep a bit of a diary. Not to bore a soul but to chart some growth. Back to gardening.
Photos and notes by Wanda Callagy on a beautiful day in June.