Chicken love
Chickens are amazing creatures. We had them when them when I was young but they were for meat, not pets. I had no problem cutting their heads off or dunking them in boiling water to make plucking easier. But with just two layers (I lost one to a fox!), I have gained respect for my…
Becoming a swarm-catcher
The sound was unreal. An intense drone, a roar of wings frantically beating. I searched the treetops and almost missed them, a tight coil of bee bodies scrunched on an alder branch practically touching the ground. One of my hives had swarmed. I was expecting it. It was a new nuc – a nucleus colony…
Help: My hometown is burning
Just a few days after the Pear Lake Wildfire started, a group of people gathered at Kelly Lake, the local swimming hole. They watched as the smoke from the Pear Lake Wildfire huffed and puffed and wondered why the firefighters – some of whom were also taking a break at the lake – didn’t put…
Home again, home again
There was a time when I didn’t want to be a country girl. I had just turned nine and we had moved to my grandpa’s farm outside Clinton, in the south Cariboo. I was worried I would have to wear farmer pants, or overalls I guess they’re really called, and chew on hayseeds. I’m not…
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