As I was walking Frankie this morning, my cell phone rang from deep in my pockets. The number displayed was unfamiliar, but it was 7 am on a Sunday so maybe it was important. After I said hello, the woman’s voice on the other end was cracked and old as she asked to speak to…
Month: April 2015
JEB
This is J.E.B., which is short for Jolene Elizabeth Bennett, and she’s our new addition. She came to us by way of a toothless farmer at a Tractor Supply chicken swap. He saw me looking at her, and he remarked on how the rooster “wouldn’t get off her.” “Damn chicken rape,” I muttered. And, knowing…
blessed are the boo radleys 