McFagelson Farm Inn was a popular place and well known for its Saturday night barbecues. They not only had guest rooms and a couple small apartments to service the help, McFagelson Farm was a working farm with cows, horses, goats, sheep, a few chickens and a variety of wildlife critters that often came around, unless George caught them raiding the hen house. They didn’t usually return. Gus and Ollie had lived there for a little over a year and Greta, Agnes, Lucy and Fern had lived there almost as long. Now Gus and Ollie were missing, just disappeared without so much as a good-bye. The ladies were deeply concerned and as rumors spread…Well read on.

My Dad Always Had Big Dreams.

A riddle for my language arts class at oklahoma connections academy.

Pyo? No This time I’m a chicken.

Many of us have had a hard day, driven by a determined task master. Here’s the tale of one such day.

An account of my time in Silver City, New Mexico, and the animals I live with.

Why I dropped out of cosmetology class.

Some codes for Surfpin.

Chickens can talk. Here’s a proof.

A short story about a woman’s chickens who inadvertently help her through the most difficult divorce and through her life.