I tote hay bales out to the sheep with a little cart. Lincoln nibbles on the hay as I pull it along, and sometimes stands in front so I can't move at all. Good thing he is soooo adorable.
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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