|Some of the does bred to Shaw for early winter kidding.|
I keep telling myself that this is as hard as things will ever be, and it will get easier. I keep telling myself that over and over again, and although I know it is true, I still have several months to go before I reach the point where I start over and begin to try to prefect this art of teaching. Building the basic curriculum is huge. I am trying to go through our texts and make sure I am current on them and all the research around them, and it just takes time. I will not complain that Chuck now has a full time job, but I will say that the timing has been particularly unfortunate, because he so often has to close the store and that leaves me taking care of the young'uns on my own until their bedtime, and there isn't much time after that to create lessons, grade papers, look for fun ways to address the literature (I am determined to improve at this), and do laundry so everyone has clean clothes for the next day. Now, I have to say that even on the bad days, I still prefer what I am doing now to what I have done in the past. I made about three times as much before, but I was always waiting for an opportunity to get out. Now, I find that I am just eager to have ten years of experience under my belt and be the teacher I want to be.
|A few does, mature and young, in the mixed field.|
|A few of the young bucks. The cold snap has brought on the hair.|