...as a person. The turkeys are gone, the ducks are gone, the goats are gone, and the chickens have dwindled to a good number of 15. It took the past two years to decide what figurative direction my "farm" will be going, and I took on too much too quickly. As much as I loved having it, I needed to become realistic financially, and the outgoing profits were not going to happy due to FDA/State laws.
I still have my cows, and they have grown. Annabelle has given birth to her first calf, a heifer, and I milked her for six glorious months, until hay was too hard to come by, and she was losing weight trying to provide for us. Hallie is still just as antisocial as she always has been, though she is fully trained to walk on a lead, and she has a better recall than my sight hound. Go figure. I would like to breed her when Annabelle this year, though I am undecided if I will try to milk Hallie or not. It might be too dangerous to try. Even if I get sick, I would have no one to relieve me of my responsibilities.
I suppose that is the last two years in review.
I have other interests now that the kids have some.
