The blockhead in winter

We’re grateful to those of you who often come up to me or Jen and mention how much you enjoy reading this blog. I have to say that I’m always amused by the small percentage of people who can’t imagine that I’m the one sitting behind the keyboard on this little enterprise of ours. Don’t…

Lonely boys…

I can often measure the hormonal maturation process of our yearling males anecdotally, just by looking out of my office window. In the spring, when those feed groups of young boys (we usually have at least 2 different ones) are still just approaching their respective 1st birthdays, there is of course the odd jostling here…