Farm Life

Means working hard! First you have to brush the goats...


and then feed the chickens

I didn't get pics of chasing the guineas, gathering eggs and climbing gates.

I am so glad my boys wake up and breath fresh country air each and every day! I grew up on a farm and maybe I'm a country hick, but I wouldn't trade my childhood for the world. I never had to sit through a long "let me tell you about the birds and the bees" lecture from my parents. Sex, birth, life and death are all a part of growing up on a farm. My boys have learned about unexpected death from losing a baby goat and they will learn about birth when our momma goats have babies in the Fall. Of course they are wondering about why Billy has come to visit for a couple of weeks but I have answered that with a "baby goats have to have a daddy" answer. They'll figure it out on their own when they get a little older.

I need to finish my coffee and make my morning visit to the barn with my boys tagging right along with me. They would rather live in the barn than in the house!