If you happened to be the driver of the one lone car motoring down our country road at 5:30 this morning, before the sun came up (and thankfully before the rain came down!), you might have witnessed yet another one of our crazy adventures.
Every beekeeper has their own mentor, their go-to person for help, encouragement, advice and wisdom gained through experience.
You just never knew when you might be driving down your familiar country road, almost back to your cabin, when a very large dark shape breaking the sameness of the soybean field catches your eye.
I distinctly remember the sinking sadness I felt in my heart when my elementary teacher told our class (50 years ago!) that we'd likely never see a wild bald eagle in Indiana again.
Our four October kitties were born at a tough time of year, but they sure have brought Kim and me a lot of enjoyment watching them this winter.