Here he is, all tagged, banded and ready to rumble. He roams the barn with Mom watching his every move. Matt and I are absolutely enthralled with his tap dancing and baby baahhs. Wish they all came this easy.
I keep this journal as a record of my adventures on the farm, my hopes and dreams, failures and successes, for anyone who might want to take the leap, as I did, six years ago.
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