I have not ridden Sassy much since we moved to Florida. There are no state park trails adjacent to our house like in Washington. The local road is busy and cars fly by too close. I have a lot going on with the farm, vlogs and homeschooling two kids. There is always something. This morning I woke up at 5A and I decided, no more excuses. It’s time for these two old ladies to get back in shape. My goal is to get us out to sorting practice at the ranch down the road. Since Sassy is 32 years old, turning 33 in April, we may only walk next to the cows. But we will do it knowing that over 3 decades ago, an 11-year old and her tiny brand new filly started this adventure - and whatever we have done, whether old or new, we have done it together.
Chickens have been the best farm investment. They are easy keepers, lay eggs you can eat, and babysit your kids. Make 2026 the year you get your kids chickens. You will not regret it.
My grandfather, John Morrow, used to say, “Going to church on Easter and drinking on New Year’s is for amateurs.” I think the last time I went out on New Year’s Eve was a decade ago. So raise that glass of raw milk and enjoy some rest! I’ll be asleep before it’s even 2026 in China. I wish you all peace and joy in the year to come. G’NIGHT!! ✌🏼
We have been playing electric fence whack-a-mole with the cows, especially “mommy cow”, who appears to be the ring leader of the fence jumping mafia. She either has a very high pain tolerance or the hot wire we just installed isn’t working. I watched as she ducked under the wire and pushed down the metal fencing so she could help herself to our backyard grass - and a recycling container filled with old hay.
