You know, I’ve always enjoyed working with cattle, but I don’t own them. Not that I would mind owning them. The fact is, I just don’t have the money to be a rancher. The farm fix usually comes from helping a friend with his cattle in the spring and fall. Still, there is something about cattle. Listening to them. Watching them.
Yet, I’ll never be a cattle rancher unless someone close to me wins the lottery.
But a chicken farmer? I never thought I’d be raising chickens. I live in town. I have a small backyard. And I get more than enough bonding with the animal kingdom feeding the dogs. Yet here we are. Truthfully, I’m trying to leave as much of the chicken care to my wife as possible. She tends to her “flock” each day. How five chicks and two ducks became a flock, I don’t know. They’re still in a plastic tub in the garage, but soon they’ll move to the chicken run.
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