I have no idea why we have a pair of visiting Mallard ducks this year…




But like all the other critters who venture in….. they’re welcome.




Though the drake’s table manners leave a little to be desired.




Is standing in the dish of deer grain really necessary?




Other times he’s a bit like Caligula.




And eats lying down.





I hope they remember how nice we are to them.


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You knew it was coming.


The baby woodchucks are everywhere.

Behind the barn, in the rock wall, on the porch, under the deck.

Which means….




They’re going to be saturating my blog for a while.




Because really….




If there’s anything cuter than a mini woodchuck eating apples?





I don’t know if I’d survive it.







Week 2 supporting our local farmer.


Our second batch of organic veggies from across the street was a nice bonanza.



Red lettuce, spinach, mixed greens, snap peas, zucchini, celeriac, chard, turnip…. and something I couldn’t identify.



Since there was a cornucopia of greens that day, salad was on the dinner menu… and because this was green?

In it went.

Bad idea. Very bad.

It was the bitterest, most noxious thing to ever enter my mouth.



Doing a little research, I discovered it might be a variety of kale.

Curly kale.

No wonder I didn’t like it!

And no surprise it ended up here:




And take my advice, if anyone offers you celeriac?


It looks like a giant turd….



It’s hard to peel.



And will break your tooth if you’re not careful.

There’s a reason most people throw it out when they grow celery.

And now, I know why.

Baby buck.


Our resident buck with the felt covered mini rack has flown the proverbial coop, which is a shame, because I think most of you…. some of you?…. alright, at least one of you… was enjoying the fuzzy updates on antler growth progress.

But never fear.




Our old doe, who we call pregnant because she always seems to be, has last year’s progeny with her on a daily basis now.




So we’ll start from scratch.




Baby buck antlers.




At this point, they’re just little nubs that he keeps rubbing on trees and rocks.

And can you blame him?

The poor little guy looks like a four legged Frankenstein.



Reason #56 why you should always have your cell phone nearby.


Hello my name is River, and I’m an addict.

A cell phone addict.

I always have my cell phone.

In my purse, in my pocket, in my hand. It’s rarely more than 10 feet away from me at any given time…. which drives the husband crazy.  (This could be because he’s always doing something photo worthy, but that’s another blog entirely.)

The other day as I was sitting on the barn porch with a book and a cheaters bottled cocktail…..




A fly had the audacity to do the backstroke in my margarita.




This will not be tolerated, so after removing the thirsty Esther Williams wannabe?

My cell phone saved the day….




And the rest of my  I still don’t feel comfortable going to our local pub for a real one  margarita.

Reason #56 why you should always have your cell phone nearby – cocktail fly blocking.

You’re welcome.