Monthly Archives: March 2016

When I’m fumbling with Snapchat, under the tutelage of my very impatient 11-year-old, I must seem exactly like my grandmother did when she couldn’t figure out how to program the VCR. This is what it means to be old.    

In the winter, chickens get sick. Sometimes, you see it happening. A year ago, during Boston’s Winter of Unfathomable Show, I spotted Dee Dee looking wan and wobbly took her to the animal ER. It wasn’t the smartest financial decision of my life, but at least she turned out to be fine. In the summer, chickens dig. TheyContinue reading “Chicken update: To every hen there is a season”