May came rolling in with my son telling me just today that the rabbit is not looking so good. Of course she doesn't look good! She has been pulling her fur out for days and building a nest. She is about to give birth. So, I went to check on her. I guess he just missed it. Fine by me as he is 11 and I am not quite ready to have that conversation with him. But what did May bring us? A dead bunny in a food dish, half eaten. Really mommy? Now that is tough love! Animals are teaching me some valuable lessons. Some that I really would rather have not learned.
I have never been one to get attached to pets. I think I learned the harsh reality early on that pets eventually die, so I have closed my heart to them. It does not make me cruel. I would never try to hurt one... except an occasional ornery rooster who is scratching the stuffing out of my boys.
A lady at church asked me on Sunday if I was enjoying farm life. Rocky jumped right in and said he loves it. I am still not convinced. I love fresh eggs. I love funny chickens. I love bouncy goats.
"The first supermarket supposedly appeared on the American landscape in 1946... Until then, where was all the food? Dear folks, the food was in homes, gardens, local fields, and forests. It was near kitchens, near tables, near bedsides. It was in the pantry, the cellar, the backyard."
Our goal is to be self sufficient. I would rather learn these skills now when with each failure, we can run to the store, or even the drive- thru and replace our losses. There may come a day when we will not have such a luxury. I am certain that one day these skills will be vital. So love it or not, I am all in, mud, manure, and death notwithstanding!
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