Sometime in my journey to becoming a farmgal, I had an illusion that this kind of life was "sugar and spice and everything nice". I had these ideal visions of me and my animals running through fields, throwing clover, and living in bliss (kind of...maybe not throwing clover...). I think that every farmer, rancher, or grower deals with these crazy ideas that life is all going to work out and "the neighboring ranch has problems but not mine" kind of attitude.
|Will at 10 months with his first flock|
|Queenie, one of our oldest girls.|
|Will, 4, and Ian, 1, holding "Buzz" and "Woody"|
|My chubby little baby Will with "Rhett" our very old Bantam Rooster.|
|I am so very captivated by the beauty of the eggs the girls have given.|