Some people have suggested - people in my own family! - that I might have a little bit of a problem. An animal addiction. I'm a junky, it's been suggested, scrutinizing craigslist long into the night, neglecting my children, letting dinner burn on the stove while I hunt frantically for more goats, more alpacas, more chickens, more more more!
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
I told these people they were out of their tiny little minds, that they simply couldn't appreciate the beauty of a small agricultural enterprise, and that they sure liked to slurp up the eggs that MY too numerous chickens were popping out, so why don't they go away and leave me to the cool blue glow of my computer screen?
Well, the scales have been lifted from my eyes. Yes, I have officially gone too far. Meet Rosie, an 8 year old shetland pony. Isn't she adorable? Isn't she just perfect? Okay, I know I've said this before, but I really, really am done now. The farm is complete.