A New Farm Friend

Home truly is where your heart is, and mines always been with the land. So, here’s to tiny boots, and the real meaning stamped across those little soles. ❤️❤️

One of my New Year’s resolutions is to write more of these personal/story/confession posts! I miss them. Actually, I miss making fun of myself because it makes me feel better about the stupid stuff I do. HA.

 

Nothing immediately self-deprecating comes to mind, but I’m sure something will as I write.

The most exciting news of the week is we purchased an Icelandic ram!! I AM SO EXCITED. We have been interested in this breed ever since I stumbled across them when I adopted a bottle lamb a couple years ago. {You can read more about what happened to him here.}

He doesn’t have a name yet. Well, Andy calls him Mr. Pickles but that is SO NOT his name.

I mean, COME ON.

He is wayyyyyyy to regal for that.

So, if you have any great name suggestions, lay ’em on me. I know. It’s been a week. But you just can rush this stuff, guys. You can’t.

Now, when it comes to unfixed male animals, I am wary. As in, I would never ever ever ever ever ever never own a bull. It’s just not for my farm.

Unfixed male animals can be aggressive, mean but more importantly, they are freaking disgusting. Let’s take goats, for example. An unfixed male goat, called a billy, will pee and ejaculate on his head and in his mouth.

Did you just barf a little? Cuz I did.

And they stink to high heaven.

BUT GUYS.

This ram. He is the sweetest. He isn’t disgusting. He is friendly, but not to the point of being dangerous. He is kind. He is easy to work with. I love him. One of the most important factors for me when purchasing animals for our farm is temperament.

That may surprise you but remember, we are a hobby farm. We don’t have any special handling equipment like a chute. It’s usually just me, sometimes Andy to help. We have kids and people who visit frequently. Ain’t nobody got time for a dangerous or aggressive or mean animal!

Isn’t he handsome! The kids love him, too. Aspen seems to have a strong affinity for animals and I am just dying with happiness. I vowed to always support my kids in whatever they chose to be passionate about, but she seems to be on the same page as me which is just exciting for this mommy.

Speaking of Aspen, she wore Abram’s first pair of boots yesterday.

I bought these tiny boots when Abram could barely walk. But it was springtime and we needed to be outside. He broke them in well that summer. Aspen wore them for the first time yesterday and my heart almost couldn’t handle it.

I know that to you, they are just tiny boots. But to me, they mean that I’m raising my kids and living where I’ve always wanted too – on a little piece of land with a barn.

I never fit in with other kids. I was always the “weird horse girl” who “smelled like poop.” We would go on road trips camping in Idaho when I was growing up and as we would drive through the farmland I would wish with all my heart that’s where I lived.

Home truly is where your heart is, and mines always been with the land. So, here’s to tiny boots, and the real meaning stamped across those little soles. ❤️❤️

Which reminds me, I got some new work boots and they have been in my dreams for almost a year…and the soles are so slick you guys. Like, not appropriate for work boots. But dang it all if I don’t use em’!

Life question: Why can’t the pretty boots have more grippy soles???