Oh, if I only had a dollar for every time someone has said, “You live my dream life! All I’ve ever wanted is to have an animal rescue just like this.” And I always respond, with great emphasis, “NO! You do not!” Apparently millions of people dream of being surrounded by animals to love and who love them, but they neglect to think about all that comes with them, such as feed bills, vet bills, farrier bills, mortgages for large tracts of land, saying goodbye when the end comes, and more vet bills. Still, no aspect of working with animals is more prevalent than the vast quantities of manure/poop/dodo . . . call it what you will, but on this farm, we call it “Glamour.” Piles and piles of glamour. Because it gives us something to giggle about while we’re shoveling it, piling it, and trying to find creative ways to dispose of it. This is a difficult life, to put it mildly, but we like to think of it as All Glamour All The Time. Why do we do it? Because we are the rare breed willing to give up anything that resembles a normal life in exchange for the honor of taking care of these noble creatures, no matter how much glamour they produce. My grandson Iggy is only four, but he knows what’s up. Someone recently asked him if he was going to be a farmer when he grows up. He replied, with some indignation, “Of course I’ll be a farmer! I was made this way!” Under my breath I whispered, “Good boy, but go off and see the world first . . .”
So here it is, the Locket’s Meadow blog, All Glamour All The Time. I hope you enjoy it, but please, watch where you step . . .
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