Swarm

The villains moved in with such stealth, we had no idea they were living, literally, under our own roof. That…

The Purpose of Spring

It is springtime in Bow. The darling buds of May are in full carpet-bloom along the fenceline and behind the…

The things we get excited about these days… It seems like one day bleeds into the next during the winter…

March 2019 Sylvia hums warm cooing sounds of appreciation as I play Nina Simone. She lifts herself onto hesitant, still…

Thor was in the process of being wethered when he came to live with us. His previous owner had…

Just because nobody uses the bathtub in the guest washroom doesn’t mean you need to fill it with chickens and…

It is a small herd of three. I think their collective spirit must long for a more ample assemblage, and…

I had fallen asleep thinking that he would be dragging around his creaky old bones and tripping over small…

I haven’t had a good night’s sleep in a year, not since the terrorists moved in. Bloodshed, destruction, and damage…

Last Sunday Cleo and I found ourselves engaged in an honest to goodness push-pull… or maybe it was a push-push……

Sylvia was attacked by two German Shepherds on a brisk September morning. Dave and I discovered her broken and bloody…