Fearless Farm Frau
Written by Shana Thornhill Tuesday, 15 January 2013 14:17I’m so thankful my husband really knows me. It’s almost to the point of being sappy. He’s wonderful enough to pick me up some decaf Chai tea and French vanilla creamer for my latest favorite drink. (Yes, I still drink coffee hot and black, but somehow tea has developed a new ritual.)
He knows when to bring me flowers on those days when I’m feeling a little down, but he also knows when to get me something better. Better than flowers? I know you women out there are just dying to know...
Written by Shana Thornhill Tuesday, 18 December 2012 14:21It’s been a little hard to get in the Christmas mood this year. I’m not complaining at all about the warm weather, but a little more precipitation (preferably snow) would have been nice.
It didn’t help that the nice fresh tree we put up and decorated promptly fell over the next day.
So, I’ve been listening to all the Christmas music I can get my hands on (except for “Santa Baby,” I really don’t like that one) and looking at pictures of snow. I think it might be helping, especially since most of the shopping is done, too.
The kids have been bringing home all kinds of Christmas crafts from school. I wonder where I’m going to hang them all without having these unique works of art being eaten by the cats.
I also need to...
Written by Shana Thornhill Tuesday, 20 November 2012 15:57I think I have now officially seen it all. I know, I’m still pretty young yet (although I don’t usually feel that way until I’ve had my cup or three of morning coffee). Still, there comes a time in your life when you’ve finally seen the absolute last thing you expected to see.
I was at Tractor Supply buying feed last week. I’d rather not have to go all the way to McPherson, but nobody around here sells non-medicated chick feed, and I’m all about no antibiotics in my chickens. I grabbed a Rural Messenger, since I enjoy many of the columns, as well as looking over the classifieds to see if anything we need is offered and affordable.
You all know how much I love animals. A friend once almost talked me into getting a wallaby...
Written by Shana Thornhill Tuesday, 16 October 2012 14:02There’s always something you need on a farm. It starts out small, with the simple things. It’s a given that you’ll always need feed of one sort or another.
One day you go out to do chores and think, “I really need some new gloves. These are all crusty and have holes in them.”
Of course, thinking about holes reminds you that you should probably get some new wool socks before it gets cold, because your old ones have holes too. (Yeah, you can darn the ones you have, but a fall-back pair would be nice, wouldn’t it?)
While you’re thinking about your feet, you realize that you’ve almost worn through the backs of your boots. Hmm, thinking about boots makes you recall The Pitchfork of Doom. You’ve been meaning to replace...
Written by Shana Thornhill Tuesday, 18 September 2012 14:25We call our place Thorn Hill Farm—a real no-brainer, I know. We should have called it the Funny Farm. We’re all a little wacky (or at least some would think so), and most things that happen out here are funny. If they’re not funny at the moment, they sure are in hindsight. Sometimes it just takes longer.
Even the critters are funny. Watching the chickens is like watching a circus with a hefty dose of soap opera mixed in. If you’ve never seen a horse roll, you’re really missing something—it’s ridiculous! Seeing one of the house cats boxing a dog is always great for a laugh, as is a little barn kitty pouncing at a Great Dane and watching the Dane flinch. The bunny lays around loafing then jumps up and bounds around for no...
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