“The ultimate goal of farming is not the growing of crops, but the cultivation and perfection of human beings.”

Masanobu Fukuoka, The One-Straw Revolution

What A Difference A Day Makes

Never were two contiguous days more completely opposite than
Saturday and Sunday were.

Saturday was exquisite... sunny and mild with abundant blue skies.
I spent the day cleaning chicken houses, mowing, gardening,
changing sheets, doing laundry and ironing.


It was peaceful and all was right with the world.

By nightfall, though, the sky grew cloudy and threatened rain.


Sunday was cold and rainy.


In her typical fashion, Annie took off early in the morning
and didn't return til mid-afternoon.
On her return, we noticed strange behavior... she was obviously agitated about something.

We spent the day here on the farm with family.
We ate a late lunch together and just shared good family time together.
I got lots of hugs and kisses from my three grands.
I love being a mother and a grandmother...
and I love my people fiercely!
It was a perfect Mother's Day in spite of the weather.

Until...

Later in the afternoon, Jack and the kids donned their jackets and muck boots
and headed out on the gator to see the animals.


Here is where things went south.

On the way to the barn, Jack noticed one of the chickens on the fence of the pig yard...
a place we never find chickens.
They just never venture that far from their...

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