I've been remiss . . .

What's the point of a blog if you don't post to it, right? I wish I had the discipline of Jon Katz (see www.bedlamfarm.com and go to Farm Journal)

As of tomorrow, I will have been here at the goat farm for 3 weeks. I'm gradually settling in. There is never a dull moment, and there's absolutely no time to get bored. I drop into bed every night.

Heath, an English Setter I've been fostering since January, 2008, leaves for his new home tomorrow. It's an awesome home, so I feel good about him leaving.

Meanwhile, Hyacinth has now had two close encounters of the chicken kind. In both instances, the hen was merely subjected to a very bad plucking job, but was otherwise unscathed. I keep telling her that birddogs are supposed to POINT the live birds, and then when someone yells, "Dead bird!" she's to retrieve a DEAD bird, but she still thinks she's supposed to chase down the live bird and pull its feathers out. I'm thinking of getting her a subscription to Gun Dog Magazine.