Food, Feathers and Fur

“When we moved to this acreage years ago, I was enchanted that first fall by the sights and sounds of the season. Geese honking a lonely call as they made their formation overhead, cornstalks rattling in the crisp autumn breeze, a golden harvest moon hanging low over the pond. But what struck me most was the constant chirp of crickets in the meadow. Hence, the name, Cricket Meadow Farm.”