The newborn kitten cried loudly in the cold, dark night. His 2 siblings and mom had already been found and taken to warm safety. As their rescuer turned to leave, the newborn made one last attempt at being heard. The rescuer shone her flashlight looking for the wee baby. He’d…

For almost 12 months I watched my young son die from a rare terminal illness for which there was no cure. Keeping him alive was a full-time job I gladly took on and I would have been blessed to have done it forever. It was difficult. Yes. It was the…

Evening chores are through, and my sheep and other rescues are safe and tucked in for the night. A palpable peace envelops the farm like a warm, soft comforter as the last chards of daylight reflect Heaven’s jubilant colors. It’s been a good day, one of many good days strung…

It’s 5:30 a.m. and the display light on our electric alarm clock turns off. We just lost our power. I lay there and wait to see if it comes right back on. It doesn’t. My husband calls the power company and is informed there are 300 meters out in the…

Ransom, my wether (neutered) ram is old and not doing well. He could use a little help from his Shepherdess but it’s hard to convince him of that. I can usually walk up and grab a horn and take him where I want him to be. But not today. …

The main sheep barn is also on one of the steepest hills on the farm. At times it almost seems like a very tall mountain. Because of my asthma, I can get winded just climbing up that hill especially in the winter when I breathe in frigid air. …

Two hours into a 3-hour road trip it begins. Bang! Bang! Bang! We’re transporting a Shetland breeding group out of state and the ram is not happy about being separated from the ewes just on the other side of the heavy metal divider in the trailer. …

It’s morning and the storm is over. I awoke several times during the night to the howling wind, praying my usual prayer when there’s a storm on the farm; that trees would not come down on fences, buildings or animals, and that we don’t lose power. In my oftentimes vivid…

Unexpected ice pellets hit my face, stinging my cheeks as I carry hay up to the main sheep barn where my sheep wait for dinner. They are dry, I am not as they wait for “room service” to arrive. An errant gust of wind sends my hat flying through the…