Recently, a few weeks back, I went on a bus trip with other members of the Saugeen Valley Fur and…
Bits and Pieces
Minorca bantams
I fell in “just-gotta-have” love with these attractive little chickens when I first saw…
Ticking of time
The mind roams often with inconsequential thoughts that never pause long enough to allow a pen to…
Intelligence
I am certainly sure that we underestimate the intelligence of animals. Having occasional time on my…
Resolutions
It may be a little late to suggest making a New Year’s resolution, but I hope a few have been…
Quebec separation
Quebec separation – what a bunch of nerds! In my estimation, I feel this is nothing more than…
Butterflies
We have had a short stretch of exceedingly good weather up here in cattle country. There have been…
Mother nature
As I looked out my frost-spattered window this past morning the lifting fog whisps shadowed the…
Quast, Betty
Quast, Betty, nee Robinson. It was 20 past 12 noon on the sixth day of March. I was slumped in…
WWOFF II
Woof, woof, and woof again. That’s just Foxy, our house dog, my good-natured,…
Generation gap
This past summer, I had some long-time friends drop in to see me. Their intention was to pick up a…
The Bailey Bridge
Not often do fond memories flow back as fluently as they did on a past Thursday lunch hour as I…
Homegrown goodness
We get a lot of visitors here at WestWind Farms. Some are an hour or greater away who have phoned…
Short notice
It’s that time of year when people take summer holidays. It’s the time of year…
Early spring
Spring came early within the four thick stone walls that are part and parcel of the urban …