I wish I had had the wherewithall to post throughout. A lot of great story material has come and gone. Like the tsunami in the basement the first night we slept in the new house. Or stranding my car out in the new pasture. Or the showdown with the Marans rooster, who was called Toaster, but who is now called Chuckie because of his resemblance to the creepy movie character of the same name.
Maybe I'll come back to these. In the meantime, here are some shots of our new place. The feel here could not be more different from the feel of the old farmstead next door. Big sky and long vistas here. Shady nooks and crannies next door. Just a few hundred feet apart.