All is well here at Bronze Fox Farm, except that the days still have only 24 hours, and that is never enough, it seems. We have had some very Springlike weather, which is nice, though unusually early. No complaints! Perhaps March will enter like a lion. We are happy for every pleasant day here. Not […]

Everything went smoothly after a miserable night sleeping in a waiting area near Harry’s room. He unfortunately had a roommate, so I was not allowed to stay in the room. But the night passed, after one rather exciting “Code Red” caused a flurry of door closures. The fire alert (I googled Code Red) was canceled

Today would have been my brother Jamie’s 64th birthday. He was born at home in Rosyth, Scotland in 1959, the day after my grandmother (my mother’s mother) died in Chicago. Jamie himself died on the night of the Full Wolf Moon, and last night was the Full Snow Moon. In memory of Jamie, who was

Around here this week, life has proceeded without much excitement. That is not a bad thing. When I was younger, awful experiences made for great stories, preferably ending well, though not always. Commonplace days are treasures now. The weather was so icy on Sunday night and into Monday, that Harlan was a day late. He

Before we get to birds, I must confess stupidity in the acquisition of horse show photos. In the spirit of “better late than never”, here are two pictures from Alison Hartwell, the horse show photographer (and folk singer) from two weeks ago. She had to walk me through the download. They were sent on time,