One-eyed chicken survivor miraculously appeared this morning. Rejoined his compatriots who now, for some reason, stick remarkably close together. Need me to draw the analogy to at-risk boys? I think not. That’ll preach. P.S. If this is confusing, read my previous blog.
This spring, we mail-ordered 20 chicks. For those unfamiliar with this process, they actually come in a box, with holes for them to breathe of course. (In the spring, the West Plains Post Office has so many of these boxes that the entire place chirps!) We ordered these chicks for a few reasons. One is [...]
Mike is a big guy. He needs to be on the football team, or on the track team as a shot-putter. He is also a guy with big heart. In the few months that I have known him, I have seen this in the way his voice changes when he talks about his little [...]