Life on a Maine Coast Farm

I literally am astounded sometimes when I watch my does in the barn or out on pasture. No choreographer could duplicate the intricately timed dance of two animals greeting each other.

This is a reposting of a blog entry from Mother Earth News, also reprinted at Resilience. A friend gave me a copy of Down East magazine back before Christmas with...

Sometimes, farming hurts.

I left the pair together in the barn for the morning. Lucy wouldn’t leave his side. Animals need time to grieve too. I’ve seen this before. Then, in the afternoon, I buried him in the garden, next to their pond. She followed me out, calling for him. She’s still calling today.