Michael and Zsa Zsa, RIP Well, Sunday wasn’t over after our sad experience with the hawk and our beautiful hen. Jerry confessed that something (probably the same hawk) had also killed sweet Zsa Zsa, our sweetest and tamest hen, and said he hadn’t wanted to tell me at the time. I think the hawk must…
Death Comes to the Chicken Hilton
Jerry holds hen just killed by hawk It had to happen sooner or later. I’d just walked out of the barn to go get my camera in the car, and saw a large hawk standing on the ground just the other side of one of the garden beds. A blizzard of tiny feathers were streaming…
Appropriations Time
We’re living through parlous times at the Ranch. The Texas Legislature is in session, something that happens every other year, and is usually a target of political cartoonists and an occasion for jokes about lawyers and politicians. The mood’s a bit more somber this year, however. Like other states, we have our tail in a crack,…
Someplace Warm Like Texas!
Teresa House early this morning Jerry keeps threatening to move “someplace warm, like Texas!” We’re having a snow day here at the Ranch, after three days of highs under freezing (including two in the 20s for heaven’s sake!) Mike on his way to the Pavilion The Ranchers love it, of course, as long as it’s…