Follow me I’ve always felt a bit sad for women who grow up without sisters. Brothers are grand, too, in a different way, and friends are wonderful, but sisters–especially my…
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Follow me (If you’d like to start this tale at the beginning, start here.) It had been quiet around our place for several weeks now. The only thing we’d caught in…
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Follow me (If you’ve missed this riveting tale, you can start the whole shebang right here.) After we set up the very very very large live-trap, we were buoyed with optimism. …
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Follow me (Wanna read this entire saga from the beginning? Here is where you start.) We had not had any adverse attentions to our chicken flock for several days in…
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