You guys crack me up!
This is a discussion that could go on FOREVER.
My family thinks I'm 'odd' - to say the least - because of what they call my "Little House on the Prairie" stuff.
Some friends think very lowly of me because I don't run my back yard the way they run their business.
Some friends think I've got a serial killer streak hidden somewhere deep inside because I slaughter chickens every fall... and EAT THEM!
And me.. I'm running around in the paddock being chased by a cow with a SERIOUS addiction to ginger snaps and taking naps in the coop with a chicken in my lap - spending more afternoons than not happy as a june bug.
It's all good. Everyone has their own reasons for doing what they do.
My g'pa had one milk cow that gave birth. My cousin's went to see it. I heard them screaming as she chased them around a tree. She knew me so I held her while they ran out of pasture. Felt 10' tall