i write words.
i suck at spelling.
i break all grammar rules
with absolute delicious delight.
oh, and I rescue all-the-little creatures
so they can have a peaceful, good-night.
Seriously, you really don’t care about little-old-me.
I’m Just Jill, full of JOY…
A prolific-word-goddess (insert snort)
Penning at least 2,500 words before the sun chooses to rise
The roosters start a-b*tchin’, hens a-clucking and goats a-baah-ing.
If you'd like to work with me, there are two delighful pathways from which you may choose . . .
Now about those goats . . .
Now about those goats . . .
Yes, I actually have goats.
Fourteen rescues I’ve given a forever-home to at this point as we start end 2022.
And I’ve rescued many others.
Some need special care,
others simply love.
Somehow I found myself and my calling
in the saving of these hoofed beasts.
Watch for that (tale) or book!
But I’d not have it any other way.
My life is forever changed because
a little 24-hour old baby goat
decided to claim me as his own.
Moo Baah,
the original bottle baby,
my very first kid,
now going on five.
I’ve been asked, on repeat
Jill, do you, will you accept donations?
And as they eat me out of house and home,
plus require more and more the older they get,
the answer is yes.
The rescuing (of all-the-little-creatures) has become
a JOYful mission of inspired delight
and a bit damaging to my wallet.
