I’ve been collecting materials for a memorial of sorts, and realized that today might be a good day to put it together.
Moving into a yurt did nothing to dispel my interest in traditional Mongolian culture, which started when I first heard of the Mongolian eagle hunters. One of the things that fascinates me the [...]
Last week, we got the milk line rolling, finally. It’s been interesting to see how this milking process works.
First we cleared the pasture of non-pregnant goats. Then we picked the ten goats who kidded first, plus Dahlia, and moved them to the main pasture without their kids. (Dahlia had a stillborn kid, [...]
April 8: I’m in bed, hearing coyotes (perhaps I really was; they’ve been singing a lot). Laika is in bed already, down at the foot of the bed. I pull back the covers to let in my wolf, a tall rangy light-colored (not quite white). He curls up in bed with me.