I'm lusting after Mary's nifty rolling chicken caravan. She can pull it around her fields so the chickens always have clean green grass to eat and unsoiled ground to play on. A neighbor built it for her and I think it's a real sweet arrangement.
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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