The Weaker Sex
So, I arrived last night at my friend’s farm to milk and guess what I found? 8 happy males loose in the all-female (obviously) milking herd. Turns out the little stinkers (and I do mean stinkers—they like to wear their own urine as cologne) broke the bottom hinge on their gate. The small Nigerian males […]
Little House on the Prairie (of Death)
C’mon, you know that’s what it had to be like. I know it had to be like that and I only have a couple breeds of poultry and live on just 4 acres. But since the day I started farming I spend as much time dealing with dead animals as I do collecting eggs and […]