oh the things you've been missing

Just to say hello, I'm alive. Things have been rough as true summer has attacked us on the farm. There is a pretty significant altitude increase from our home on the mountain to this wide open grassland near the coast, so it has been much hotter than I am used to. I am thankful that june is over, and only two more months until cooler days will return. On a more positive note, I have a new cell phone (damn the consumer in me) that even kind of gets reception here. The down side is the internet doesn't pick up so well, but I can get on through the close by wifi with a weak signal, so hopefully days of sharing more openly are here. It also has a fabulous camera. I feel I have let miss you miss out on so much. there are the quickly growing baby pigs, the turkeys who just upgraded to their stylish new home, the abundance of just hatched chicks roaming the acres with their moms watchfully guiding them, and the new goat who has stolen my heart. I promise more pictures are soon to come. We are leaving on sunday to enjoy a much needed getaway to the sea. Oh sand and storms and glimpses of dolphins while the sun is setting over our kayaks. We need this. It's also pretty cool that we will be there on the day we toast to being halfway through this journey towards our new life. Thankful for all we are learning and doing, but exhausted from heat and homesickness. The day will be here soon...

Until next time,

Angela Kelly

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a tribute to Zaphod

It has been nearly a month since the untimely death of our dearest kitty. It is late tonight, I cannot sleep and my mind is filled with grief and sorrow still. I have heard it said that loving animals is only setting oneself up for pain in the end. I may have believed it, but until now I have never felt it. Not to say that I have not lost a pet in the past, in fact several, but fortunately they had all lived long and happy lives before old age and illness took them away. This cannot be said for Zaphod. His life only lasted two short years, and it is the knowing he was meant to spend another decade with us that pains me the most. We adopted Zaphod when he was only five weeks old, a tiny grey fuzz ball too small to eat. He refused a bottle or wet food, and we honestly worried he was not going to survive those first few days. After several trips to the vet for IV fluids and two weeks of force feeding, he accept a bowl of dry food for his first real meal, despite my

a new chapter

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the point is

DISCLAIMER: This post contains material that may be considered graphic or inappropriate to some individuals. Continue at your own risk. You have been warned. Ok.Thanks.Carry on. My aunt, my dad's sister, came to stay last night. She has never stayed the night before, in fact we haven't ever seen her too much, holidays and whatnot. Several times a year. She is a nice lady, but she has some issues, we'll leave it at that. My problem is this: as soon as we arrived home last night, around 9:30 at night, after being gone since 9 that morning, the moment we see each other, the first words out of her mouth are, "you're poor bunny rabbits are freezing to death out there!" Imagine my long exasperated sigh here. Having farm animals isn't the same as having pets. I think Jon Katz said it best in a post last week, "I can give them shelter, warm water, good hay, I cannot make them comfortable or keep them warm, they accept their lives." We raise rabbits

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