The Farm

Here are a few shots I took while out at the farm this week.


The barn serves as a communal dumping ground. Over the years, various members of the extended family have left odd collections of junk here before going off and forgetting about it. It also shelters mice and other small critters from time to time, and the occasional boy who wanders in in hopes catching a glimpse of the aforementioned wildlife.


In the hay loft. This was where the raccoon family was living until I evicted them and the haystack they were burrowing in. Now it is home only to a rather intimidating wasp nest.


The shop contains a couple of old broken down tractors, a camper shell, and, apparently, birds.

The Boy

Shiloh contemplates the sudden appearance of spring.

The Redhead

Well, not really. We thought Ella's hair took on a strawberry tint in the sunlight, but here it looks more blond than anything else. Maybe strawberry blond? You decide.

There is Nothing New Under the Sun

Julie and I and the kids have been staying out at Bobchi's for the last few days, which explains why I haven't posted anything of late. The weather's been reasonably warm and nice recently, and we've all been making the most of it and spending some time outdoors.

Shiloh and I went yesterday to a relative's farm to watch them feed the baby calves (they fed their turkey, cats, horses, and cows while we were there, too). Shiloh thought the turkey was neato, the calves were cool, and the horses were scary. But best of all were (yup, you guessed it) the cows. How amoosing.

I hope to have something interesting up by next week (or, in the very least, something). I wonder -- should I post a new picture of Ella? Hmm... Guess we'll see.