It started from a posting on the Hannibal Café in Yahoo. A woman had a couple turkey hens and a tom, and they were laying eggs - and she posted asking if someone had an incubator and would be willing to hatch the eggs. John and I had recently married, and he had 15 acres and no animals... the idea of some turkeys sounded fun. She offered to share the hatching, she’d get half, we’d get half. Seemed like a fun thing - to hatch out some eggs - so we got an incubator, and we emailed that we’d like to hatch eggs with her...... they hatched and hatched. It was such fun! Before we knew it, we had 27 turkey babies! It was so fun to watch them hatch, to watch them grow. They were such spoilt little babies too. They started their life in the bathroom on my dryer. That’s where the incubator was. Then once they hatched, we’d move them to the living room. Had a 2 ft x 4 ft tub in there with a heat lamp where we kept them the first couple of weeks. Nothing like a bunch of baby turkeys in the living room! Then we had a ‘bug’ outside. It was a 4 ft square plastic tub we’d salvaged from where my brother works - he works at the Lighthouse for the Blind in St. Louis as a mechanic / fix everything / safety man. 90% of the workers there are blind, and besides keeping the machinery going, he is responsible for their safety if anything happens, quite an amazing company actually. They have lots of things they toss out when done with, and Ronnie (my brother) helps us to salvage the items. Tubs like this are just one of many things we get from them as salvage. We cut a door on the front, hooked a bird cage to it, and put a heat lamp in the top hooked to a temp controller. So they could be in the bug, in a controlled temp setting, or they could walk out the hole into the bird cage and look around outside. It worked wonderfully for them till they reached about 4-5 weeks old (depending on how many hatched at a time) - then we’d progress them up to what we call ‘the cage’. It’s an enclosed cage we built onto the end of a shed - has a tin wall on one side, concrete floor to prevent things from digging in, and wire cage around a frame 6 ft tall x 8 ft x 11 ft. They stay in there till they’re 3 months old or so - again depending on how many there are. They love it - and every day, 2 or 3 times a day - we’d take them out for an hour or so and let them wander about the yard with us. The photo is a pic of my babies checking out all the goodies in the grass! And they’d round right back up when it was time to go back to the cage without a problem!
Our first chickens came from the freecycle on Yahoo. Someone posted that they had some chickens and roosters and needed to get rid of them. We figured we could take care of that! We had an old shed in the woods that we brought down and set on cinder blocks, put up a fence area - and went and took in a bunch of unwanted chickens. We’d later build this bunch of misfits from other people posting that they had chickens and roosters that they needed to get rid of. It was quite the assortment of colors and types of chickens. I have no idea what we have there really?
We actually
got a large amount of hens and roosters from a lady east of New London that had to get rid of her entire flock due to illness (hers) and inability to care for them any longer.. I think we added 54 chickens to the farm that day. Was an interesting trip too - we pondered how to transport so many chickens at once? Then my husband had a brilliant idea! He had a roll of snow netting - an orange netting about 3 ft wide, plastic, fairly strong. We sewed two strips together, then fastened it over the bed of the truck with bungie straps, and hooked it firmly to the tool chest, and closed the tail gate on the back of it. Seemed secure enough - so off we went to fetch the flock. Gave the woman $2 a piece, and one by one caught them all and tossed them in under the netting. My husband stood guard at the
back of the truck lifting the netting as I came with another chicken. It was an interesting trip. They all got home safe, and we unloaded them the same way. He’d lift as I’d reach in and get one at a time and figure where to put them. We’d built a couple tractors, so tried to divide them up between the tractors and hen pen.
It didn’t take too long to figure out some were very old and not in the best of health, so we culled them out (that’s butchering and sending to the stew pot for any that don’t know) - and we slowly sorted out the roosters that needed to go.... and now we have left about 20 lovely assorted hens of who knows what variety? And 2 roosters that are just so very lovely we decided this is their home. We keep most of these in a tractor now as we had to rededicate the
hen house and pen to turkey hens, and eventually some Delaware hens when I can get them.
My friend Hollie, who had the original turkeys came upon family emergencies, and had to get rid of the turkeys. Someone else took the White Holland hen which was ok by me as most of her babies died before or just after hatching - I figured she must have bad genes - nothing I’d want to have for a breeder. But Hollie asked if I’d like to buy the mom and pop - Sir Edward, and Bella. We had plenty of room still in the hen pen we had set up, so we figured it wouldn’t be hard to take them. Catch was that Bella had decided to go broody and was sitting on a nest of eggs. I researched and found that it was very unlikely we could move her and save the eggs without incubation
- We’d do what we could to reduce trauma to Bella, but it would be hard for her. Catching Sir Edward wasn’t so hard, he’s a lady’s tom, and gentle as a baby (but a bit bigger). Taking Bella off the eggs was harder. She was furious, and very traumatized. On the way to the truck she had one major diarrhea poop and it got 80% of my body... oh my God! Nothing stinks worse than turkey poop and I was covered in it! .... ah well, nothing to do but continue. Gathered the eggs and put them in an insulated box and hoped they’d make it home safely. Hollie gave us a couple of her just laid hen eggs too - she thought it might be fun for us to incubate them as well. So here we go, another load of fowl in the truck! Took off my outer shirt - thankful I could... wiped my pants best I could - and got in
the truck to go home.
Only about 3 of the turkey eggs from that batch hatched, and Bella quit laying as she was so traumatized. She did eventually begin laying again, and set on them - but only two of them hatched, and they met accidental unfortunate deaths. Poor Bella, it was a hard year for her, but she’s recovered now, and looking more beautiful than ever. She’ll have a good batch of babies this spring, I have no doubt, and she’ll hatch them herself as that’s what we want. We want to help the turkeys learn to be real turkeys - to lay eggs, and hatch their own babies, and raise them - to be natural and happy.
The chicken eggs hatched - one was a really tiny egg, the smallest chicken egg we’d ever seen. When that little thing hatched, we named it PeeWee. Turns out PeeWee
is a hen, so she’ll be hanging out in the misfit pen with the other hens and Mic.
Yet another person posted on the yahoo groups (we’ve since become as close friends as we have with Hollie) - anyway, Lisa posted on the Yahoo Hannibal Café that she had an assortment of animals she’d bought for her kids (one is disabled so they do all they can to enrich his life) - anyway, the children didn’t seem to care about the animals too much any more, and it was a burden for Lisa, so she was hoping someone would buy or take them. Among the list of critters was something she called a Polish pair... polish???? I had no idea what the heck a polish was? She had a couple guinea too, but at the time, I didn’t know what that was either? So I wrote her back,
and told her I’d buy her chickens and turkey tom, but didn’t have much use for the roosters, polish, guinea or rabbit - but would take them all if she needed. So it was agreed - Gave her $75 - and took the whole lot - she threw in the polish (turned out to be a breed of chickens - duh) guineas, and rabbit.
Next we acquired a most unusual chicken. By this time Hollie and I had become great friends. So she emailed me of a dilemma she had. She’d been contacted about a young boy in Paris, MO - seems he’d raised some chickens for 4-H, and among them was a White Silkie rooster that had been the Missouri State Grand Champion at the state fair this year. Seems the city of Paris made a new ruling that no one could have chickens in city limits - so the young boy had to get rid of all his chickens, including his prize winning White Silkie that had been raised as his personal pet in a cage in his room. Silly little thing didn’t even realize that
it was a chicken! Anyway, Hollie went to Paris, and bought all his chickens, and as he cried, she promised him that no one would be eating Q-Ball (his prize Silkie). But when she tried to add Q-ball to her flock, he was attacked by both hens and roosters and she was afraid for his life. She knew I had many pen options and thought he would have better chance of survival on our farm, so she gave him to me.
Q-ball was quite unique - didn’t have actual feathers like the other chickens, more fluff than feathers, and he really was handsome. Got curious and started researching online as this chicken struck me as rather odd. I was to make a great discovery there - which will eventually be yet another article for Wikinut! - anyway, this unusual chicken has a long history - dates back to 7th
century China, and has been used for healing for all it’s recorded history. The birds cannot fly as they don’t have true wings - just fluff - their fluff/feathers are pure white - while their skin / meat / bones - everything else is pure black... curious.... turns out they have a special enzyme in their system that causes all the blackness - and that also is responsible for the unique healing abilities in their skin, meat, and even the bones. I’ll definitely be getting many more of these and Q-ball will be the reigning rooster for breeding!
Ok, by now I’ve discovered that I have not only a great love for fowl, but an amazing ability to bond with them and they with me - so it’s not unusual even though we already have so many to find more that need homes, and go fetch them. My husband must truly love me to tolerate all the birds!
This time it was to be more turkeys - I’d forgotten to mention, that when I got all the hens, roosters, and such from Lisa that there were also turkeys in that lot - funny thing is, 3 of the baby turkeys were ones that I’d hatched, that Lisa had bought from Hollie - and here I was buying them back! And there was a full grown tom turkey
- a full blooded Red Bourbon tom - He was big and he was beautiful! I named him Thomas at first - seemed an obvious name - but he was determined to pick fights with Sir Edward, so I eventually lengthened his name to Thomas T. (For trouble) Jackson. We put up more fencing for him, with plans of adding the baby turkeys into that pen as they grew bigger. One side is the back side of the current hen pen, about 60 ft long, and another side is the side of the shed, also about 60 ft long, then we just fenced a square, including some cars and such within the pen that were stored there (my husband used to have a salvage yard, and the remaining ‘car lot’ is partially in the turkey pen. Worked well enough as we used one of the old vans for a home for the guys - we pulled the back seats out, put some
logs across for roosting - and waalaa! instant turkey home! Thomas thinks he is my boyfriend now, he’s so funny. When I let them all out into the primary field, he’ll follow me everywhere, and dance round me like he’s trying to win my love - which he already has! I have to admit it’s flattering that a turkey tom would dance his romance dance for me.
He’s real sweet when I’m upset too. There was once when my patient attacked me this past year - I was hurt emotionally as much as physically, and cried for almost 15 hours straight. I was such a mess - I went out into the turkey pen, and sat on the bench we’d pulled out of the van. All the toms came round (only tom turkeys were in the pen then) and they gathered round, some at my feet, some on the bench beside me, some over my shoulder,
and Thomas climbed up in my lap. And we all sat there together as I cried - they knew I was upset and needed love, and they shared that with me - just sitting there all around me making quiet little pipping noises, and occasionally rubbing their heads against me lovingly. It was just what I needed. Didn’t help with the physical injury - my head would ooze blood over my entire scalp for the next week - but it gave me the emotional healing I needed, and I was back at work Monday able to give the love and care my patient needed, because my turkeys gave me the love and care I needed.
Of course I was so thankful for Thomas, when I saw mention online of someone trying to find a home for some female Red Bourbons - I thought what a wonderful gift for Thomas! So we drove to Hallsville, with
our net strung across the back of the truck, and bought 1 full grown tom, 2 full grown hens, and 2 young poults that were about 3 months old (have since proven to be toms). Thomas was to get two Red Bourbon girlfriends!!!!!!! We’ve since eaten the male we got that day - and discovered that there is as much difference in taste of turkeys according to breed, as there is difference in taste in breeds of chickens! Red Bourbons are DELICIOUS!!!!!! - so Thomas will get to be a primary breeder on the farm, and will live a long happy life with lots of girlfriends!
About now I’m starting to think beyond the misfits. Turns out there is a huge difference in flavor depending on breeds. I’m becoming more and more interested in sorting out what are the best breeds of fowl to raise, for meat and for eggs. Beyond this, I’ve also researched guinea (as I obtained 2 for free from Lisa) - and since they were both male, and I’d read that guinea meat and eggs are a wonderful delicacy - we ate one to find out - wonderful! So I decided to make my first actual purchase from a breeder - of a fowl - this would be guineas! I ordered 33 baby guineas and waited excitedly for them to hatch and be shipped. It was so exciting when the post office called at 4:34am one June morning saying there was a noisy package for me! I’d notified them they were expected - and shouldn’t be held for delivery on the truck - so they called me as soon as they arrived at the post office and I ran straight away to pick them up! The next few months would be wonderful watching them grow. They make such unusual sounds! It was quite noise in the living room with 33 guinea in the tub! - then they went to a special cage we built as there were baby chicks and turkeys out in the bug, so we had to have a new nursery area. This turned out to work wonderfully - for a while - on 10/13/2011 a pack of 5 dogs entered the field where the guineas were - we don’t have full fencing around the property yet - I was asleep.......... I heard lots of noise and knew something was wrong - jumped up, dressed quick, grabbed the gun - and went out to a nightmare. They’d tore and tore at the wire - the guineas screaming inside - and they’d tore a hole in it - and in their terror, the guineas had tried to escape through the hole - and the dogs tore them to pieces. I shot one dog - dropped him dead - and kept shooting while running after the dogs - but they got away. I went back and put another bullet in the one that was down - part from anger, and part to be sure he was dead as I won’t allow any animal to suffer, regardless of how angry I am at them - and if he wasn’t dead, it had to be finished quickly. After the sherriff left, I realized that I could hear faint cries in the hillside forest and realized that maybe they weren’t all dead - a faint buckwheat sound... I searched and searched, and over the next few hours managed to find 9 guineas alive - all seriously injured. I took them one by one, and put them in the cage (which was empty now as everyone had grown big enough for the adult cages and pens) - and nursed their wounds. One died the next day, his injuries were just too severe. The rest healed, and eventually I put them in a tractor to be able to graze safely - 3 boys and 4 girls. We’d been lucky to have both sexes, so we’d be able to have eggs and hatch more next spring. Unfortunately though, the dogs returned. And I didn’t realize that I hadn’t secured the wire well enough over the opening at the back of the tub (we used the same 4ft plastic tubs for housing on the tractors) - the dogs came while I was at work - and they tore off the wire - and again the guineas flew out in terror - only to be killed. We now have only 2 male guinea alive, and I won’t ever pen or cage them again as they have no chance against dogs. They make so much noise it attracts dogs, and if they’re caged, the dogs will keep at it till they get them - so these two fly about the property as they wish - and the follow us about from place to place when we walk around. And when we drive through the property - you can bet there are 2 guineas either running or flying along side us or just behind us - quite fun actually! Perhaps when we get the property all fenced we’ll find some girlfriends for these adorable guys. Maybe someday the hillside and fields will be filled with guinea flying all about - screaming at any intruder! - UPDATE 7/2012 - in the past year we've purchased 8 full grown Jumbo Pearl Guinea - 5 female, 3 male. The 2 Lavender guinea were so excited, they wanted in the cage with the others rather than be free and alone, so in they went. The new ones had their wings pinioned, so they'll never fly and will always be caged - but they seem happy enough in the home we have provided them. Meanwhile, they've had lots of babies - some we've sold, and a couple dozen are now running amuck about the property - it's so fun to have guinea running about!
Next would be my little angels - purchased 50 little silkies, and was so excited when the post office made that 4:30am phone call! I LOVE when the post office calls me at 4:30 in the morning cuz it means I’ve got new babies!!!!!! YEAH! Opened the box, and there were 52 beautiful little white balls of fluff! Being that they were a day late - the little things had been in shipment for 4 days, and they were distraught - screaming their little peeps all the day. Nearly drove my husband nuts! He said he didn’t know how if he could handle that many in the living room as it was just tooooo noisy. Turns out they were just so noisy because they were upset and scared. By the next morning they had realized they were safe, and they were comfortable and happy - and quiet. You know you’re taking good care of baby fowl if they’re quiet. Those little guys will be 4 months old the end of January 2012 - and they’re just gorgeous, and so friendly! I can go into the cage and sit down (if I can find a safe poopoo free spot) - and before long I’m covered in silkie! They are a very friendly, and docile breed. Most people in the USA raise them for pets and show. Not too many actually raise them for food. Myself - I’m hoping they’ll help with some of the disease processes for my husband, and for my sons. So the best will be chosen for breeders - and ultimately the others will be medicinal food. I plan to use every part, even the bones. The Chinese dry the bones, crush them, and put them in capsules for pill use. So these beautiful birds will provide love and health for our family. I plan to eventually increase this flock to about 200, kept in tractors as they’d be primary hawk food if not kept safe due to their small size, and bright white color.
UPDATE 7/2012 -> We LOVE our silkies! And now they're all grown, and we're continually hatching out their babies! We've got a large pen full of silkies, and 2 seperate tractors - plus more being added to the stock every week as they hatch!
My husband commented that if I feed him Silkies all the time he might get tired of it - so I thought, and researched - and discovered a breed of chickens that are supposed to be the best tasting in the world! Of course they cost a bundle - but I got 49 eggs from ebay auctions - unfortunately I’d ordered them near the end of fall - and cold weather became a factor in shipment. Only 12 eggs hatched - but from those 12 eggs I now have 3 handsome roosters, and 9 beautiful hens. I had purchased them from 5 different auctions to give me a better bloodline for breeding. These will also be kept in tractors - because they simply cost too much to have run loose and have a dog, coon, or hawk kill them. They are also a very docile friendly breed, but a bit larger than silkies. And their eggs can be so dark in color as to look like chocolate Easter eggs! Won’t be eating their eggs for a while as we’ll be working on hatching them! Would like to build up to about 50 of these beauties. UPDATE 7/2012-> had some awesome looking Marans, loved them....... but, they didn't fare well with this horrific heat/drought. We lost all but one rooster and hen this summer to heat stroke - so decided to let the last ones go to a new home, and we'll just focus on our beloved Silkies.
And here we come back to the misfits again - about 4 months back someone started posting on the Yahoo Hannibal Freecycle that they had a couple pot-belly pigs that needed a home. They posted and reposted and reposted - for over a month. I can’t imagine a pig in the house - just a ridiculous thing in my mind, but with so much reposting, I started feeling bad for the little guys - so I went to researching online - and discovered they’d live fine outside, and are even edible if given a proper diet... ok, so they could have a farm use as food somewhere down the line. So I emailed.... and one came home... the little boy wasn’t ready to part with his baby.... but in another week we’d be getting the other. So we had two little piggis, a male and female... The little boy was about full grown, good size for a pot belly pig, so we let him stay outside - but the little girl was just a tiny thing - so we’d bring her in at night with our new little puppy, and they’d both stay warm and safe in the crate in his room. The little guys all share the same kennel, and we joke that our puppy was raised by pigs cuz now he grunts like them. We got him (Patch) when he was only 2 weeks old. He was a posting on freecycle before his birth, and we’d put in to get the 1st choice. But about 2 weeks after they were born, something dug into the kennel they were in and killed all the siblings - only patch was left, and the mother refused to nurse him, being traumatized herself - so it was take in the infant pup, or he’d surely die - so home he came with the little girl piggie - bout the same day if memory serves? They’re all a happy trio now, wrestling and playing their day away in the kennel.
Then comes the bigger pig. This time it was a posting on the Hannibal Café - they wanted money for this guy. Of course there weren’t any takers, and they kept reposting... finally I emailed - and offered $25 - what would I do with a Swiss pig? But he obviously needed a home - so he got one. Dang thing thinks he’s a dog. He was raised in their house, and slept in bed with the teenage daughter, but once he got over 100 pounds - well, he was just too big for indoors and they had to get rid of him. He’s grown quite a bit since then. I imagine he must be way over 150, headed for a good solid 200 pounds. He’s my guard pig - lives in the turkey pen, and nothing has bothered the turkeys since we put him back there! He likes to get out in the field too, when we let the toms out - and he’ll follow me or Joshua all about as we tend to the animals. He’s quite the baby. And he’s real funny too, he can be across the field from me, and I’ll kneel down, and call out his name.... Buuuuurrrrger Butt... growling as I call it, then make some grunts - and oh my goodness, he’ll charge full speed right at me! First time it was actually scary - but I held my ground ready for the impact. It never came - as fast as he was charging, he stopped on a dime right in front of me, then grunted and nuzzled my face. He’s just so funny, and so loveable. I never new pigs could be so friendly and affectionate - still don’t want them in my house! But he’ll do fine as a loving pet and guard pig!
Our newest farm members are a pair of Blue Slate turkeys. My friend Hollie had called again, about a month ago - she said she’d gone out past Monroe City and bought a pair of Blue Slate turkeys because she missed Edward and Bella so much - but when she brought them home, it didn’t work well with her chickens, the tom was attacking rooster and hen alike and she was afraid for them. I really didn’t have any money to give her for them, and really didn’t need any more turkeys - but they had such a sad story. She’d gotten them from a lady that was very angry with the tom. Earlier in the year the female had been sitting on eggs, and she’d gone to take the eggs, and the tom had attacked her to protect his female and unborn babies. The woman and turkey never again got along, and he attacked her again so she put him up for sale - only thing was, when he attacked her, she attacked back beating him with a metal bucket full of water. Hollie said he had a serious limp and wasn’t sure how badly he was hurt. Plus she told me he was so ugly, and stank something fierce because he’d been kept in a pig pen. Ok... a sad, mistreated animal... he already had my heart. I didn’t have any extra money, so offered her some turkeys instead - that was why she bought them after all, because she missed Sir Edward and Bella. I offered her a tom, one of Sir Edwards sons - spitting image of his father - and two misfit young hens. She gladly took them in exchange and has since emailed me numerous times how wonderful they are and how happy everyone is in her little flock! ... meanwhile I have two more turkeys - had to name them first, they deserved that.... so thought, hummm... Blue Slate... then for the oddest reason thought about the boss, Mr. Slate, on the Flintstone cartoon - they had their names instantly! Fred and Wilma Flintstone! I put Wilma in with Sir Edward and his ladies. I knew that Sir Edward would treat her kindly until she could rejoin her mate. Meanwhile, Fred was in real bad shape, worse than I expected. I have a huge dog crate that I use for a ‘hospital’ pen when an animal is sick or injured. So that would be his home for the coming months as he heals. The top beak is broken off and cracked up the beak, so he has trouble eating. The limp, while better, is still bad. His feathers looked like they’d mostly been eaten off him by the pigs in the pen with him - and yes, he stank, covered in pig poo. And mean! Lord, he was fighting mad, but that was good, meant he had the spirit to survive. Took a few days, but he realized fairly quickly that not all women are horrid - and he has come to love me as much as I love him. When I’m out caring for the animals, as he can walk better now, first thing I do is open his pen so he can stretch and walk around for some exercise. He’ll follow me about everywhere I go, making his little pips and wrrrrs.... all the while. He’ll heal, then he’ll get a tractor just for him and his misses, and I’ll throw a misfit turkey hen in too, so he’ll have a couple gals, till I can hatch out another female slate for him. Did find out though - that besides being on the endangered list, this species is also one of the best tasting turkeys! So I’ll be helping to increase a population of a species that is endangered, while I’ll also have some of the best tasting turkeys around! Don’t’ get much better than that!
Well, our misfits will get to grow out their life here, happy and loved - and when their time comes, they’ll all be culled to the stew pot - but in a loving way. I believe in killing my animals as kindly and lovingly as they were raised. They never know a moment of fear or fright at my hands. When it is their time, I take them apart, where the others can’t see. And we sit, and I talk to them, and caress them, and love them and tell them how much I’ve enjoyed sharing their life with them. And as they fall to sleep in my arms (I know just where to caress them) I quickly cut off their heads in one swift motion as I thank them for the food
they will provide my family. For the turkeys I have to do it different as they are so huge. I take them to a place, get them to sit on the ground, and sit gently over them, then caress them to sleep with the same talking... but difference is I’m not strong enough to cut off their heads in one stroke, so instead I make one swift slit to the jugular vein, then gently caress them as they bleed out. They don’t realize they are dying, and aren’t afraid, and it only causes pain for just a second, then they feel my loving caress, and hear my voice, and it keeps them calm till death comes.
We plan to focus on White Silkies, Red Bourbons, Blue Slates and Guinea for our fowl. And we’ll have Naragansette as long as Sir Edward lives, just because he is too gallant and handsome to kill - so he
will live out his life, and have all the girls he wants. And when it is his time, then all the Naragansetts will follow him, and then we’ll have just Bourbons and Slates.
For chickens - we hope to someday have 200 constant White Silkies, with a constant hatching process for others to become food. Hoping to be able to provide my husband and son 1-2 silkies per week minimum in hopes it will bring them healing. - I’ll explain the importance
of this in a future article, and then you’ll understand the importance of the silkies. Then we’ll have the French Black Copper Marans for their incredible taste - building up about 45 hens and 5 roosters to be the base breeding stock. And we’ll get some Delewares eventually. Was going to order them next month, but with Chris so critical in the hospital. I think I’ll wait till that trauma is over. Then we’ll get about 45 hens, and 5 roos. They have a wonderful meat, but also, the hens will lay xlg brown eggs about every 36 hours all year round! Ought to be quite noisy in our fields in coming months and years!
We're also adding goats to our collection of animals - for both milk and meat. In time hopefully I'll also learn to make butter, cheese, soap and many other products from the goat milk. We've acquired 5 goats July 2012 - 2 females for milking, 2 young wethers for food, and 1 young buck for a breeder.
Thank you to anyone that has actually made it to the end of this article. It’s been wonderful fun for me to sit here and think about our babies, and to share them with you. Hope you enjoyed “meeting” all our fun animals. They bring us so much joy, I wanted to share them with you. If you're curious about the ads on this page, I found this site, and it's just so relavant to animal care that I wanted to share it - PetAlive is part of the Native Remedy site - very good source of natural products for your animals. Besides offering wonderful natural products for you and your animals, they also have a really good affiliate program to help promote their website. You can join me in being a Native Remedies Affiliate and Earn 25% Commissions!
...... Reading back on the plans above makes me smile, remembering what was, and what could have been......... ah well, it's easy to make plans. What's hard
is remembering that life doesn't always follow our plans. We need to always accept what comes, and learn to do the best we can with what we have. Always
strive to move forward.
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