Plastic Farm AnimalsCamille lives with her soul mate Bob in the back woods of central North Carolina where she hikes, gardens, cooks, and writes.
An obruni turns to an obibini in the men’s room and says, “Excuse me, I couldn’t help but notice…” No, wait! Wrong joke. Okay. So the Kumasi airport was shut down with no warning on Saturday and after six days officials cannot say when it will reopen. The sound bytes in the news stories these […]
Oh Boy! Bob and I collaborated and pulled off our very first successful falafel, thanks to tips from Angelina of Angelina’s Kitchen in Pittsboro and the aid of a new blender/food processer. We paired it with hummus, tzatziki, cucumbers, tomatoes and piled it into locally baked pita bread. So many ways to prepare beans and […]
Sometimes reality hits you in the face whether you’re ready for it or not. I didn’t take a picture and that’s probably a good thing. I’ll cut to the chase and then flesh out the detail. People eat animals. Sometimes those animals might be what we would consider to be pets. Here’s what happened. I […]
This is the story of a mystery solved through team work by a pair of left-brained bird watchers. A tale about a common looking bird with an extraordinary song. And another example of our incessant search for truth. Bob and I first heard the haunting duet of Vieillot’s Barbet a.k.a. Lybius vieilloti from our new backyard […]
The goats are laying on the steps outside our door this morning, chewing their cud and waiting for the rain to stop. I recognized young Go-At’s male aroma as I walked into the octaganal sun room which doubles as our office and rainy day laundry drying room. Jeremy’s little buckskin buck is frustrated and confused […]