The handsome cat pictured above is our Ross enjoying the great outdoors. We live in the country and spend a fair bit of time gardening and growing our own food. I love every minute of this rewarding lifestyle. Even so I can't escape a nagging yearning for chickens, maybe a goat would be nice, or a cute sheep or two to mow the lawn.; its enticing this idea.
So You (Don't Particularly) Want to Be a Farmer (click here for article) is an article that runs along the same lines a bit long but definately well worth the read. When I started reading the article I realized how much I actualy do have a hankering to be a farmer or "the farm brain worms" as the writer puts it. I really appreciated the author's brevity and sense of humour.
My parents moved out to a small hobby farm when I was a teenager. I went through my high school years taking the school bus, chasing ducks and chickens and picking up eggs, and plucking the occasional chicken. I don't remember any of the real responsibilites of raising chickens and ducks just that they got into everything and chickens really are quite stupid and ducks don't mind the occasional cuddle. I would be game to give it a try someday; when my hubby isn't looking, a little chicken house will pop up in the back yard. or Maybe next time I reach across the table to my loved one, my words of endearment will echo this farming disease with " God, I love goats."
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