about ten years ago, i started to collect horses. okay, that's not precisely true. we worked with a rescue organization out of long island, NY and adopted two PMU foals, rosie and qohqoh. after several months of working with these unhandled baby horses, we arranged to adopt q0hq0h's mother, dana, and a retired ranch horse. … Continue reading unwanted
Author: raven
aesthete. dryad. hedonist. motherfucking adult. outdoor cat. poet. they/them.
gratuitous chicken pictures: a chronological slideshow from the department of backstory
while putting together an earlier post, i had to go to my all-but-defunct photobucket account and i found a lot of pictures there that i'd forgotten about entirely. they're pictures that i posted long ago on a private journal, so friends and family have likely seen them before. for everyone else, this is exactly like … Continue reading gratuitous chicken pictures: a chronological slideshow from the department of backstory
i don’t actually hate goats
those who are privy to my personal social media sites might be under the impression that i loathe goats. this isn't true at all; they're actually one of my all-time favorite quadrupeds. at the moment, i'm living with a less-than-enjoyable individual of this species. his name is edward and he sometimes makes me question my … Continue reading i don’t actually hate goats
the grisly death of an innocent squash
the thing about chickens is that they're basically very small dinosaurs. whatever thing you definitely don't want your chickens to do, that's what they'll do, by definition. they can not be trained, they can not be redirected. they do not recognize your "rules". they have a pretty simple lizard brain that, apart from a few … Continue reading the grisly death of an innocent squash
the old barn coat
i've spent my adult life trying not to be materialistic and it's fairly hard. i think when you grow up with not-a-lot, you can go one of two ways as an adult: you can become miss frugal, the frugalest frugal in frugaltown, or you can become a rabid consumer, rack up debt, have the best … Continue reading the old barn coat
unrest in the chicken coop
my late grandfather was a chicken man. he passed away while i was still quite young and i only vaguely remember the flocks he had later in life. apparently, though, the chicken gene runs true, because i am absolutely smitten with fowl. for years i said "when i have chickens" (in the same way, now, … Continue reading unrest in the chicken coop
the spindle
long skeins run north to southin heather strands of greywith flecks of white and black spun inknitting winter from the windsblending soft angora flakes of snowwith rugged red and chestnut woolto craft a fabric that wraps the worldin somnolent silencethe seed of summer lies quieta small death that will spin backward come april when thelong … Continue reading the spindle
horseshoe nails
the line between utility and art is blurred in this pale, pointed dart. heavy, sharply silver nail uniform in every part.
ode to a cow
dawn: gray and silver, chill frost. cold pail. the morning is painted in metal: gold, platinum, silver and earth: ochre, umber, black, and soil. the hinges of the handle of the pail creak and jingle. small cloven hooves of caprines skip over the pale grass. the cattle lift their heads, massive furzy heads with tufts … Continue reading ode to a cow
the gumboot gumshoe 