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Sand Hill Thicket Farm

Tales of stunning sunsets, happy sheep, and peace and quiet on a 10-acre farm in Northeastern Kansas.

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When You Walk In At The Wrong Time…

So, a couple of weeks ago, in the middle of the night, I sat bolt upright in bed having heard a cat scream the most blood-curdling scream ever. I woke up yelling our outdoor cat's name, Tito, knowing for sure the scream meant he was in the throes of death.

#Irma – The After

Well, we made it through Hurricane Irma after sheltering in-place. We did not have any significant damage. The worst that happened was the metal cover over our ag well was peeled back like the lid on a sardine can.

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