In May, the deer hunter and I officially moved in together. Of course it took me until almost July to clean out my house and rent it, but by May we were staying only at the farm. The cats were the first to make the move, Bella, Tater, and Yaz could not have been more happy. They gained a freedom they didn't know before and loved every minute of it. Tater is quite the hunter, which is not surprising; we lost Bella in July, we think to a coyote, very sad; and Yaz moved back to NY in July, but before his big move, Yaz also did he fair share of the hunting.
The farm, as I like to call it, is not really a farm. I mean we own 4 acres of land and our house is an old farm house, but most would not call it a farm. I guess I would say it's our farm. Our neighbors are cows in a pasture, and the closest humans are about 1/2 mile away. Rural is the name of the game.
To add to our farm life, we own 7 chickens, 2 ducks, and 2 guinea hens. The chickens we have had for about a year now, growing them since they were just baby chicks. Now, they are beautiful hens, who lay beautiful eggs for us. They are named after the princesses of England- Catherine, Grace, and Margaret- Marilyn Monroe, Lady Gaga, Madonna, and Betty White. A variety of names. The eggs are a great benefit, a farm fresh egg cannot be beat, ever.
The ducks were a gift from the deer hunter's parents. They dropped them off on our back porch one day, so they are named Bill and Leona in honor of her parents. The Leona has recently started laying eggs, and has found a nesting spot. We are trying our best to prevent her from setting on them, we don't want more ducks.
Our life on the farm is amazing and something that I look forward to going home to each night. The weekends are full of collecting wood, tending to the chickens, garden, and anything else we feel like doing. It's a life one can only imagine, one that I can't get enough of.
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