Lately I have been dreaming of being a farmer. Only problem. I'm not one. I have no desire to read a bunch of books to become one. What I want is for a farmer to come and live with me. This way I can have him be in charge, tell me what to do, evaluate his methods- then tell him how he can do it better. I like to learn from experience and then let common sense take over and find a better way. Simple enough, right?
I recently watched a vlog by a lady who raises chickens and it was hilarious. She was making fun of all the wannabes. I'm a wannabe. How can I live out a portion of this dream of owning livestock? Beg Jordyn's teacher to let us bring the class pets home for the weekend. All week Jordyn was buttering up her teacher. On Thursday she came home from school and said, "mom, I think we've got a good chance at getting the chicks, my teacher asked me if I had brought them home yet and I told her no."
First thing I did when we got home was have Jordyn snap some pictures of me living out my dream. I then sent them to a friend who has some land that I keep teasing that I want to start my farm on and they keep telling me that I can. I decided to test the sincerity by texting that I had bought some chicks and was coming over- which was accompanied by picture proof of my acquisition. Good times. Turns out I really could have started my farm.....after I build a fence.
Problem is, hens are a gateway livestock (the vlogger talked about that). Ethan would really love that because then we could get the goat he's always dreamed of and the ostrich, and the falcon. If we've gone that far we might as well get a cow and oh my gosh. A horse. I totally need a horse to go and visit all my livestock. Oh, and I still want bees. Problem is. You can't be a farmer and not have a garden. I have proven time and again that I have a brown thumb. It's a little depressing. Again, all my problems would be solved if I could just convince a farmer to come and live with me and teach me the ropes. I'm not afraid of the work. I just need someone to tell me what to do and when to do it and I'm set.....after, of course, I have an argument about how it should be done. hahaha
Jordyn loved having the chicks. She kept them in her room and had to leave the door shut so that Watson wouldn't try to eat them. Poor dog was going crazy that they were in the house. Jordyn's room started smelling like a farm. She kept letting them out to "stretch their legs" thus they pooped all over her carpet. Disgusting. I cleaned up so much chicken poop in one weekend that it was almost a deterrent from wanting my very own. But, look at how much fun she was having with them. When we were getting everything set up to transport them back to the school this morning, her favorite chick, "ducky" didn't want to come off of her shoulder. She said, "poor thing, he has bonded with me and doesn't want to go back." What a cutie.
For as much as Ethan is obsessed with "exotic" animals, he sure didn't spend much time with the chicks. I guess they weren't exotic enough for him. Jordyn's friend and classmate spent the night at our house. I guess they figured that they couldn't get scolded for playing on the computer too much if they were playing with the chicks at the same time. Her friend was smart putting a towel on her shoulder in case of any accidents.
So, the chicks are back at school along with the barnyard smell and loads of poop. I wonder how long it will be before I get crazy and start a farm for real. Maybe soon. Maybe never. I think I need to move to some acreage.
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