Yesterday was my dad’s 80th birthday. He doesn’t seem like 80; he’s sharp as a tack, and just as feisty. Continue reading “Driving along a country road”
He feigns nonchalance, walking back and forth, pecking at the ground. Every few steps he pauses, head still lowered, and turns a beady eye on me.
An Americauna rooster, Jacques is a real beauty: White with gray feathers on his wings and tail. He is not mean as a general rule. He just has it in for me. Continue reading “Jacques is stalking me again.”