Chronologically, these are way out-of-order. We took these months before we started this blog. But they’re part of our story, so here they are.
When we first moved onto the property, there was a tree limb on the fence with our back neighbor…and their cows regularly came to visit our back pasture for breakfast. I’ll never forget sitting down at the breakfast table, looking out the window, and seeing a huge cow staring back at me from the other side of the glass.
Once the kids realized “we got cows,” Iain wanted to “pet” one. So, while this calf was enjoying a respite in the grass, Iain slowly walked up to him. He got pretty close before the calf got up and ran to mama.
As soon as we announced that we won the bid on the property, Mike and Sue Laprise bought us six baby chicks…and here they are on our first days on the property. Unfortunately, only two of the original six remain. But the good news is that we learned a lot about raising chickens from these gals, and the two that survived it all are now the “mother hens” of our ever-growing flock.
This is Max, the day Dad brought him to us. Cute little stinker.
This is Max and Opal a few days after Max arrived. Back then, Opal – even as small as he was – was the dominant personality in their friendship, mostly because Max was so pudgy that he could barely walk straight, let alone climb the stairs.
