Welcome to Kent Island, the largest island in the Chesapeake Bay, the Gateway to Maryland’s Eastern Shore, aka the Land of Pleasant Living, and our country’s third oldest permanent English settlement, predated only by Jamestown, Virginia and Plymouth, Massachusetts.
Kent Island’s founder, William Claiborne was born in England around 1600. The son of a merchant, Claiborne was, as a young man, intrigued by Captain John Smith’s explorations in the New World’s Chesapeake region. When he was twenty years old, fashionable, handsome, and good with a sword if somewhat short in stature, Claiborne sailed to Jamestown to work as a surveyor. With his loyalty to the establishment, proven mettle, and skillful performance of his duties, Claiborne quickly rose through the ranks of Jamestown’s leadership. In 1626 he served as the colony’s Secretary of State and in 1627 was granted a license to trade with the native tribes of the upper Chesapeake.
George Calvert was a privileged gentleman, a…
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After staying in Sick Bay for the morning a very wan and tired looking Tia came back out to her little herd. She is eating well and doing all the normal business after her scare on Friday so I would rather she were out walking about than in the sick bay which is really only a small draft free area of a barn corridor that I can easily shut off in emergencies.
Last night I checked on them all and Sheila was snoring so loudly I could hear her from the door. When I reached their sleeping room I could see Sheila fast asleep in her enormous straw bed with the calves scattered around her like black pearls. All the calves were sitting perfectly at ease, chewing their cud, heads up and turned to me, eyes shining, listening to their comforting sound.
Yesterday afternoon I saw That Cat perched…
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