We need to get a lamb kit ready to have on hand in case or sheeps need help with their babies.

You were rambling, but it was a good, pointful story!

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He had four different garden spots (well, you know, it was a big family (my Mom had 11 siblings)), various animals. By the time I came along, things had whittled down to the 4 gardens, the beagles my grandfather raised and sold, my two ponies, various cats, dogs and bunnies that were pets (and that one injured hawk), and a hog. The only horrible experience I can recall was when we slaughtered the hog. I can still remember slopping him, mixing up stuff in a big ol’ witch’s cauldron! But, I also remember turning the hand grinder to make sausage. *sniff* There was also that time my cousin went frog gigging, skinned the frog and pulled on it’s leg muscles/tendons and make it dance around…. *shudder* My grandfather had fried frog legs for dinner that night and tried to make me eat them! Gah!

Once my parents took over, after my grandfather decided that one garden plot was enough for him, my parents decided to keep only two garden plots and turn the rest to pasture. For goats. Now, my grandfather kept on and on about how good that goat meat would taste, but my mother never let anyone kill one. So, we ended up with goats for pets, basically. Heh. We didn’t even milk them for milk or cheese (other than when a nanny wouldn’t take a kid to tit and we had to milk her to feed the baby by bottle). All they were were smelly lawn mowers and fence line cleaners, really. 😛

Anyways, my point in this ramble is, I think, you all aren’t horrible farmers or anything. My Mom was raised on a farm, where they got their food from the farm. They had chickens and pigs and mules (they didn’t eat the mules, though), and and and, she finally decided that she couldn’t do the same thing. But, I still consider my parents farmers, in addition to their other jobs. They raise animals and they have a garden and a big barn and a tractor and a couple huge fields, etc. Though, the property tax laws have changed recently, and a farm isn’t considered a farm, in TN at least, unless you make so much money off of it. 😛

Erm, does that make any sense, or am I just rambling and telling a bad pointless story? Heh. I’ll blame the headache. 😛

Shhh…I better be quiet or Hop, Wibble, and Carla will hear me and attack!

I asked Hop last night if she would adopt the babies if their mommy didn’t come back. She just stared at me and wiggled her nose.

Although, I can see you curse those bunnies once they get older and your veggie garden REALLY begins to grow…