When people ask what I do. I tell them I am a chicken farmer. That's true because I've spent more money than I've made. And I use them as a tax write off. Plus we are selling free range organic eggs.
This is Bridget's favorite chicken. It can fly. It roosts in the trees and it can eat mice. It is awesome.
We took kids to livestock show. This reminded me of playing in Uncle Leon's corn cellar. We used to go sledding in big stacks of corn. I remember digging corn out of socks and underwear at home and mom getting upset. Ironically. We dug corn out of socks and diapers.
Eli loved this llama.
Amethyst was more sceptical. Look at that face.
Emmy and Dora loved the goats.
I hope they can always be best friends.
This is what nightmares are made of.
Amethyst and her best friend.
I got an award. Physician Communicator. I'm told this award rarely if ever goes to ER doctors. It's a nice award and fairly transparent. Wonder if that us symbolic.
This was hard to take a picture of
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