Sushi's Corner
Why Are They Going……
…….. I for one have been born and bred to honor the oath of the great Cairn terriers and that is to honor and defend all poultry and fowl from all enemies fox or not to our death. So here and now I tip my hat and soul to the duties that lay before me… »
I’m a Napping Fool …
Ha haaa … as soon as I wrote about the toughest winter and driest summer last week doesn’t Mother Nature turn the tables! How about those rain storms Thursday?
I have to tell you not only did we get a much needed reprieve in the landscape for moisture, but we also got a good nap… »
Look’in Good!
Hello my good friends!
Last time we talked I was giving you the wrap up on the wonderful Loudoun County Fair.
I know that now many of you are off on your last family vacation before the new school year begins. How do I know these things you ask? Because I have missed many of… »
Storm’n on Through!
Well here I am, back in the saddle again. This week I am diverging from my story book (which I hope to have in real print later this year … so you will just have to wait to read “The Rest of The Tails” (as the great Paul Harvey would say).
But right here, right now… »
Surveying the Damage
So … last time I wrote to you I was talking about the ferocious dark of night fight that we had had with the sly ones, the foxes …
It’s the next morning now and on Mr. B’s instructions Bernie, Laino, LuLu Belle and me are going down to the barn yard to check on the… »
Sushi’s Adventure Continues
That evening;
“You are the bravest and mightiest Cairn Terrier ever” was still singing in my ears.
The girls ascended the farmhouse stairs, taking Tiki and me with them. We all curled up together in bed, thanking God for each other and our wonderful Lulu Belle. I was one worn - out little pup. Quite frankly… »
My First Hunt continued
It was in the early hours just before dawn. Tiki had silently hopped from the bed upstairs, and then I heard her yip, “Sushi! Little man! Little man! Something bad is outside. Don’t you hear Lulu Belle barking?”
I thought that Lulu Belle must be very big by the size of that bark. I uncurled myself… »
My First Night
My dear friends – I have been remiss these last weeks in not sharing my “Tails” with you!
On June 19, Sally Fallon, of Weston A. Price and Nourishing Traditions, presented at our Fields of Athenry Farm. The event was a huge success! We estimate that over 260 of you came out to… »
The Night I Arrived!
The night was quiet and dark. Laino tossed and turned in bed. She was having bad dreams about the Sly One.
“Bernie, you awake?”
“Yep,” Bernie replied.
“Bernie, I’m scared, how about you?”
Bernie could not sleep either. The two sisters tiptoed down the long, dark hall of the farm house towards the room of Mr. and Mrs…. »
Tails from May 26
Lady Miss Gracious really had a fright last week when she did not obey Lord Percy’s call to return to the barn yard. You can only imagine what went through Bernie and Laino’s minds for two little girls to witness such a close call!
Bernie and Laino ran back to the house, with Laino reaching… »
Tails for May 19
Since we last met, the farm ponies were swishing flies with their long tails, grazing lazily out in the pasture. It was just about that time when……
A pretty little hen, Lady Miss Gracious, was pecking at slugs, bugs and berries in the field. She seemed to enjoy the peace and quiet around the ponies… »
This Week’s “Tails”
It’s me - Sushi! If you didn’t read last weeks part of the story, go back and catch up - I have lots to share with you and more to come….
“Girls, Daddy will be home late tonight. After breakfast, I want to be sure the house is picked up and your chores done down… »
Sushi … “Tails” from the Barn Yard
It was a beautiful day – not much different from this one when in the kitchen of the white colonial farm house Mama, as my human Laino calls her, was vigorously chopping carrots, onions and sweet red bell peppers, mixed with fresh herbs from the garden. Lifting the black iron skillet from the bakers rack,… »
Meet Sushi
Fields of Athenry Farm, nestled at the foot of the Blue Ridge Mountains, somewhere between Purcellville and Middleburg, Virginia, is our home. It is a small farm compared to the rather large farms that surround it. It is a place where we choose to live life as we think it should be lived. We work… »