I honor of this inauspicious holiday, I am going to write about my farm. First, it is a quiet, peaceful, and beautiful 20 acres of Oklahoma prairie. When I first came to this area, it reminded me of home. I was raised in southern Arizona cattle country. My grandparents had a small ranch where I was up on a horse almost as soon as I could walk. My parents owned a pet store. I have years of experience with animals and cleaning cages.
We have a menagerie of animals including: 1dog, 4 cats and possibly kittens, again, 3 cows, 4 rabbits, and about 20 chickens, including 7 chicks.
I do have a funny story about the chickens. A few weeks ago, I was giving them grief because they weren’t laying eggs. Or at least, I couldn’t find their eggs. So I told them to start earning their keep or I was cooking them for dinner. Not two days later as I walked through the gate, I spotted a little chick. He was quickly followed by 4 more and the proud mama. I should have been looking in the dog house but that’s another story. I was ashamed and I did apologize to the flock. Though I did gather a group into the coop. I still need eggs you know.