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the sun sets for you a storm comes I woke up last night thinking about death. This week has been challenging, an old boss and friend of mine passed away, taking his own life. I have struggled with depression my whole life. I know how it feels to be in that pit. Drowning. Hopeless. I watched my blood spill onto the floor countless times, wishing for the courage to just end it all; but I never did. Today I am thankful. I can look back on those times and know  that it will be okay, it will get better, I will be happy again. But what if I hadn't? What if I couldn't hold on? What if the pain was too great? I am so grateful to my family and friends for helping me hold on through those dark times. I wish we could have saved him, too.  The church was filled with people who knew him for the memorial. It was touching to see so many people come out, but also heartbreaking to see the lack of family. Parents passed, no children or siblings, only one uncle to be survived by. Th...

At the beginning of the week we lost one of our two bucks, the Doctor. He was 17 pounds, part Flemish Giant, handsome and friendly. He produced great litters that grew big and fast. I don't know how old he was, and I don't know why he died. This is a sad part of life on a farm. In an early morning haste, with town jobs to get to, there was no time for a proper burial. I put him in the compost pile, and planned to come bury him better that evening. When we walked out that night the body was gone, only a tuft of fur remained. It couldn't have been our dogs, because we would have seen them, they would have been right in the front yard. I hate this part of the farm, but I am glad that his body went to nourish some other woodland creature, maybe a fox or coyote. The true circle of life. But that doesn't make it any less sad, we will miss him. Until next time, Angela Kelly

R.I.P. bun-buns. I'm so sorry it happened this way. Sometimes, life is a series of failures. It always seems to come all at once, like the weight of the ocean. That said, farming is an ongoing never ever ending learning experience. This morning, after we tended the animals and left for town to our dreaded day jobs, my mom called me at work to tell us the bad news. The rabbits were gone. The rabbit tractor was just slightly unlevel, with a little gap to dig through, and they were gone. She managed to wrangle two of the them (more than I would have asked her to), two more were taken by Trilli, the worst farm dog in history, and three remain unseen in the wilderness. It is so hard to lose animals, especially avoidably so, knowing this is my fault . We moved the two remaining rabbits to a different cage and tomorrow we will build a bottom onto the tractor with chicken wire and steps to protect their little feet. One day, I hope upon hope, we will know what we are doing. ...