Written by Hippo (a hippopotamus) and Al (a bird) The day was perfect for berry-picking – not too hot with occasional sunshine peaking out between big white cumulus clouds and a few darker ones – a gentle breeze. Al and I joined the hundreds of humans picking strawberries at the Barthel Fruit Farm. These...
Written by Hippo (a hippopotamus) and Al (a bird) “Stone Bank Farm Market has the best salad greens in the world!” I exclaimed with my mouth full and overflowing. “I could live on this, Al!” Besides the super-fresh salad greens grown right on the property, Stone Bank Farm Market offers oodles of good foods...
“They have to eat!” I blurted. “What are you talking about, Hippo?” “They have to eat!” I repeated. “There are a lot of humans and they all have to eat!” “There are 7 billion,” said Al, “and, of course, they have to eat. Isn’t that the problem?” “Don’t you see, Al? As Wendell Berry...
Without warning, Al pecked me on the head – hard. “You only get one wallowday every moon, and you have used that up,” scolded Al. “Have you forgotten what Dumbledore said in Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone?” he demanded. “What can I do?” I asked. “You hear them. They won’t listen to me.”...
