Moving to the Farm.

    When I was a little girl, I always dreamed of someday living on my grandparents farm. I spent nearly every weekend, all holidays, and all summer there. I had envy for my cousins who did live there. 30 plus years later and I was turning the door knob and moving in. My grandpa has been gone for a while now and my grandmother now lives with my parents. She has had several strokes and is now in bed.

    The house was built in the 50's and even though it is a three bedroom, it is very small. Behind the house is twenty acres with a continuous flowing creek. My Uncle Buck was running a few cows on the pasture grass, but that all changed when I brought home a horse.

    Missy , the mare in the photo, is the first of many farm animals I had not planned on adopting. The foal is a filly and not very friendly.

    I adopted several more after her.

Next, on the long list of animals I fell in love with, were goats. I incorporated Nubians, Boers, and Pygmys.

Even a Bull. All bottle feb.

This is the begining of my little farm.