Ellen's Farm Life

Here is the next part of the  Tales of the Animals on a Borrowed Farm. I felt that I must post this soon, for I have so many new things to write about; I am afraid that if I do not get them written down, they will escape my memory like a bunch of jailbreakers! Enjoy! ... Brownie B rownie was a Nubian goat. Goats of her breed did not grow big horns, and were, therefore, very gentle. When Bear bought Brownie, she was just a kid. She lost her mother, so she had to be fed milk from a bottle. Brownie loved Bear’s children very much, and to them, she was almost like another sibling. She grew up to be a strong and healthy goat, and she was very fond of running around in the fields. When she first came to the farm, it was almost as if Billy took her under his wing. The two became close friends quickly and I can still see them, running about behind the children. Billy and Brownie were often found doing naughty things. I believe that it was Brownie who gave Billy the idea to crawl u

I was eagerly awaiting this day; I was tempted several times to publish this post before but I forced myself to wait. I wanted to maintain a reasonable schedule for posting because I know the day will come when I will sit there, my fingers poised over my keyboard, but my mind empty of all interesting thoughts. So, here I am again, ready to post some more of the following adventures of Bear and his family. When Bear and his family commenced farming, they started on the most adventurous endeavour of their lives. From raising goats to breeding sheep to keeping chicken, every moment was a moment to remember. And even if they didn't realize it then, they were gaining experience, such experience that would help them in life wherever they went and whatever they put their hand to. We left Bear and his family dreaming about their future as farmers; well, today we take up the tale again and relate the very first adventure that befell them: the adventure of Captain William Hook. He

As I sat at my writing desk, my pen poised in the air, I wondered how to begin my farm tales. One couldn't just plunge right into the middle of the action, for then no one would know who was who or what was going on! All kinds of thoughts flitted in and out my sleepy brain like those slow-motioned dust specks swirling in the sun, and then an idea hit me. I would start with something I had already written, something about animals on a farm, something that was more or less ready, something that also gave me the perfect chance to present my first completed booklet:  Tales of the Animals on a Borrowed Farm. This is the true story of how my family and I were drawn to farming and animals long ago, and yes, the true beginning of our farming experience occurred on a "borrowed farm". On the side, I would like to note that the illustrations were done by my sister, who, at the moment, wishes to remain inconspicuous and unnamed. Since one can hardly acknowledge an anonymo