Freedom! Well, almost. Not chicken dinner, but caught (we like to think rescued) by a boy.
What kind of caterpillar is it? What kind of butterfly/moth will it be?
Monday 22 October 2007
Farm Crawling: Inch by Inch
In the sunshine is a little brown caterpillar inching through imminent danger, aka a chicken house full of hungry chickens:
Freedom! Well, almost. Not chicken dinner, but caught (we like to think rescued) by a boy.
What kind of caterpillar is it? What kind of butterfly/moth will it be?
Freedom! Well, almost. Not chicken dinner, but caught (we like to think rescued) by a boy.
What kind of caterpillar is it? What kind of butterfly/moth will it be?
Mother, wife, sister, friend. This is our second year on the farm, a dream we've had since we were first married. We unschool, AP parent, and grow our own food (or try to).
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