Wednesday Whining: One flew over the Cuckoo’s nest

I’m starting to feel it, the telltale signs of my last little bird flapping his wings, ready to fly and leave the nest. Is it too cliché to admit I’d never really thought this would happen to me? This is going to sound crazy . . . You mean unlike your other posts, thoughts, andContinue reading “Wednesday Whining: One flew over the Cuckoo’s nest”

The Best Little Cabin in Texas

I can never look at a chicken in quite the same way. Now, as I’ve told this story to others who live around here as soon as I mention the name of the cabin and its location I immediately see eyeballs pop and tiny little smiles form on the edge of lips. I was notContinue reading “The Best Little Cabin in Texas”