“The ultimate goal of farming is not the growing of crops, but the cultivation and perfection of human beings.”

Masanobu Fukuoka, The One-Straw Revolution


Yesterday's beautiful sunrise peeled back the night so that a magnificent
day could emerge.

Seventy degrees, sunny, with storybook clouds crossing the sky on a warm breeze.

I sat on the swing beneath the still-dormant wisteria vines,
and watched the clouds float by,

while two lonely turkey boys gobbled a mournful tune.
We lost sweet Ethel (our female turkey) yesterday.
I had suspected that she was feeling unwell, as she never left her yard the previous day.
My suspicions proved correct, sadly.
I don't know that there was anything that we could have done for her.
Thankfully, she passed peacefully.

Ethel was never very friendly towards the male turkeys...
never once did she grant a conjugal visit, as far as we could tell;
but, rather, kept the boys in line and out of trouble.

This, my friends, is the down side to caring for so many furred and feathered friends.
Eventually, we must say goodbye to them.
Goodby Ethel... you'll be missed.

We cannot dwell on loss, though,
as there is so much to be thankful for...

and so much spring beauty emerging.

Everywhere you look there are little bits of color exploding.

The world is coming back to life... and quickly!

The guineas staged a sit-in to protest being...

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