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thebeckster · 1 year ago

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May 2024 Casual Prompt Fill

Didn't think I was going to have anything for the prompts this month over at @love-bokumono-fics, nothing really struck a note of inspiration this month. But I was looking at the choices again tonight and suddenly had an idea. So I spent 30 minutes putting this down on paper.

It's an alternate prompt, using Livestock rather than the winning choice of Rarepairs. I've been itching over the last couple days to start up a new file on a farm sim just to have the fun experience of starting anew. I might have to boot up another FoMT file tomorrow, because writing this fic did not scratch that itch entirely lol

You can read the fic on AO3, but since it's pretty short, the whole thing is here too. Enjoy!

A New Friend

Pete had been waiting for this day all his life. Or it felt like it. Really just in the last couple weeks had the idle daydream had a chance of becoming reality.

Today he was going to buy a chicken!

Most people wouldn’t see such an occasion as something so monumental, but for a fledgling farmer it was a significant milestone. Ever since moving onto the farm, he’s scrimped and saved every spare penny into an old pickle jar which he’d labeled confidently as his “Livestock Fund.” And he had just enough saved up for a chicken and some feed.

He’d put blood, sweat, and tears into repairing the ramshackle chicken coop on the property, sealing up the walls to keep his future hens safe and snug, salvaging and repairing the nesting boxes and feed silo, he’s even built a fenced in little yard for them to scratch around in and enjoy the fresh air and sunshine on nice days.

Rick had been by yesterday to inspect Pete’s work on the coop, and it had passed his inspection. So as soon as the Poultry Shop opened, Pete was going to walk in and ask Lilia for their finest hen.

Pete looked around his farm, still rather raggedy looking, clearing out all of the weeds and debris after so many neglected years was a harder job than he anticipated, but he could see its potential so clearly in his mind’s eye. Acres of lush crops, wide pastures with a variety of livestock happily grazing, the contended cluck of chickens scratching for bugs to eat.

A farm just wasn’t a farm without animals.

Sure Pete had his dog, the happy little puppy he’d adopted when he moved in was going to grow to be a fine farm dog. But he needed more than a pet companion. If his farm was going to be successful, he needed livestock. Cows and sheep seemed pretty complicated for a brand new farmer, but a chicken seemed to be perfectly on his level. He’d read every book on chickens the library had. He was so ready for this!

The morning seemed to crawl by as Pete did his chores, watering the plots of crops he had planted, clearing out the few weeds that were stubbornly trying to grow back in the tilled soil, picking what forage he could from the mountain. Every penny mattered, and while he knew the chicken was going to help him make more money, he also knew he was taking on another mouth to feed.

Finally the time came for the store to open and Pete hurried, though he tried not to run, to the neighboring farm. Brimming with excitement, he strode through the doors, slammed his money on the counter and proclaimed, “Lillia, your finest hen please!”

The shopkeeper laughed kindly at the display and pulled a small cage out from behind the counter. “Popuri picked her out just for you. She said the two of you would be a perfect match.”

Pete beamed at the bird, she was beautiful. Snowy white feathers, little red face, bright black eyes, yellow beak and feet. She seemed mildly disgruntled, ruffling her feathers at the cage and glaring suspiciously at Pete. When he peered closer she shook herself and made a few low, disapproving clucks.

“She’s perfect! Has she got a name?”

“You have the honor of naming her. She’s just gotten old enough to begin laying, but it might take her a few days to settle in. Once she’s happy and comfortable in her new home she should be a wonderful addition to your farm. Her mother is a prodigious layer, so you’ll have plenty of eggs to sell and eat soon enough.”

“Then I’ll have to think up a good name for her. Something that suits her.”

Still smiling, Lillia began counting Pete’s money. “Take your time and let her personality come out. She’s just been called ‘hey chicken’ while she’s been with us. We usually wait til they’re grown before naming them. Saves us from having a chicken named Sweetpea with the personality of an angry demon. Now you’ll be wanting some feed too? I’ll send Rick over with it later.” She closed the till and wrote out a receipt for Pete and a small pouch of feed. “Now you take your new friend home and get her settled, having a snack will help her feel at home in the new coop. And don’t forget, if you have any questions or concerns, we’re here for all your poultry needs!”

With a cheerful wave, she sent Pete out the door. As he walked, he held the cage close to his chest, looking down at his new chicken more than the road in front of him. She continued clucking softly, as if commenting on the scenery or conversing with Pete all the way back.

“You are chatty,” Pete laughed as he stepped onto his farm. “Maybe Cathy? Hmm… no. Well, we’re here. Take a look around at your new home.” And he held the cage out for the chicken to see. “I know it doesn’t look like much, but I have plans for it, and you’re going to help me make them come true.”

He carried the chicken to the coop and opened the cage for her. He waited excitedly for her to step out on her own and begin looking around. She was slow and hesitant at first, taking cautious steps around the coop, she flinched every time Pete moved, fluttering away with an alarmed squawk, but she became braver when he tipped some of the feed out for her to eat. When she ate what he’d given her she looked at him expectantly. With a laugh, he tipped some of the feed into his palm.

The hen didn’t waste much time approaching him and inspecting the food in his hand, and when she decided he was safe she happily ate.

When she had finished her snack, Pete opened the door which led to the fenced in enclosure he’d built. She was quite happy to have the sunshine and fresh air available to her and moved quickly into the yard. Pete watched her inspect every corner and scratch around, and when he was content that she couldn’t break through the fence, he let her be and returned to his work.

He worked in the fields closest to the coop, so he could keep half an eye on his new chicken while he cleared out more debris. His dog came over to investigate the new addition and Pete had a very serious talk with the puppy that the chicken here was a friend, not food. It was his dog’s job to protect their friends, not scare them. And the puppy seemed to understand, or perhaps he just had gained a healthy respect for the chicken already. She had squawked and pecked at his nose when he came sniffing around her fence.

All the while Pete worked the chicken chattered. Maybe she just missed the noise of the other chickens at the poultry farm, or maybe she just liked hearing herself talk. Pete entertained himself with the idea that the chicken was commenting on his work, complimenting his technique with the scythe, criticizing him for not giving her the worms he uncovered when he moved a rock. Once, he was certain she actually laughed at him when he’d misjudged how robust an old stump was and ended up getting his axe stuck in the wood. He’d managed to get it unstuck with no small amount of effort, and all the while he struggled the chicken clucked and clucked.

“You never stop talking, do you?” Pete panted, sitting on the ground next to the fence and wiping sweat from his brow. “Got a lot to say. Like my very own peanut gallery. Hey!” He perked up. “That’s a good name for you, Peanut. What do you think? Cluck once for yes and twice for no.”

The chicken stared at him for a moment, her eyes narrowed in thought. Then she jerked her head in what almost looked like a nod and clucked once.

“Peanut is it.” He reached through the fence and brushed a couple fingers over Peanut’s feathered head. “Welcome to the farm, Peanut old girl. You and me are going to be good friends. I can tell.”

Peanut pecked at his fingers in annoyance, and stalked out of reach ruffling her feathers.

Pete chuckled and flopped back into the grass. “Start of a beautiful friendship.”

#prompt fill #casual prompt fill #harvest moon #story of seasons #friends of mineral town #A New Friend

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mjonthetrack · 27 days ago

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bell book III

Chapter Seventy-Nine – “The Ark Compound”

The convoy pulled back into the compound late in the afternoon, trucks and trailers rumbling with barely-contained chaos. The air smelled like fresh hay, sawdust, and just a little bit of goat. A few chickens clucked indignantly from the back of one trailer, and somewhere, deep in the truck bed, a curious barn cat peeked out with judgment in its gold eyes.

But as the gate swung wide and the caravan returned home, everything stilled.

Because Katara gasped.

There—nestled just behind the compound gardens, beneath the stretching arms of an oak tree—was a newly dug pond, glistening under the sun, almost an exact replica of the one she’d lost in the fire. Wide and clear, lined with smooth stones, it even had her mother’s bench beside it, restored and sanded lovingly.

Her eyes prickled, chest hitching.

The moment was quickly made surreal by a loud “QUAAACK!” as the two adult runner ducks waddled down the newly installed ramp from the coop and cannonballed into the water like clumsy torpedoes. Four ducklings followed like bobbing bread rolls, quacking and flapping with glee.

Fish were released next—sleek and quick, their scales glittering as they darted beneath the surface. Around them, a dozen frogs flopped in with happy croaks, disappearing into the reeds.

“Holy shit,” Katara whispered, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand as Catalina squealed nearby.

“Look!” the six-year-old cried, pointing to the pasture as Luis guided a small trailer gate open.

Jalapeño the goat leapt out like he owned the world, sniffed dramatically, and made a bee-line for the patch of wildflowers. Behind him, the two baby lambs were deposited gently—and whined pitifully until a soft barking called their attention.

Sable, the border collie, bounded toward them from across the field, barking encouragement as the rest of the compound’s flock—nearly a dozen sheep—trotted toward the newcomers. The lambs perked up, waddled forward, and within moments were swallowed up in the woolly embrace of their new family.

Then there was the foal.

Tiny, long-legged, stubborn as hell. The little thing nickered indignantly at all the activity and tried to climb into the truck again—until it spotted Crow, Katara’s black stallion, standing tall and majestic a few feet away.

With a sharp little whinny, the foal made up its mind. Wobbling on legs that looked like chopsticks, it charged after Crow, who sidestepped with impressive patience.

Katara watched, dazed. “I’m gonna cry.”

“You already are,” Jacob muttered, standing beside her, arms crossed and eyes gentle. “And we’re not even done.”

Because Catalina had just found the tortoises.

“DINOSAURS!!” she screamed, chasing after the two massive creatures as they slowly trudged around the side of the coop like ancient gods. Tiffany had to chase her daughter down before she rode one like a pony.

Nearby, the peacocks strutted—tails fanned, heads high, already pecking at the decorative stones like they were on a catwalk. Monique was howling.

“This ain’t a compound,” she cackled, “this is a feathery fever dream.”

Jacob and the rest of the men began unloading feed bags and setting up water troughs, checking fencing while animals continued to be introduced. Zilla, trying to wrestle a bag of grain, didn’t notice the calf at first.

Until it mooed behind him. Loud.

He turned.

The calf blinked at him.

He blinked back.

Then it mooooed again—louder, urgent, like it had made up its damn mind. And from that moment forward, Zilla had a tiny cow-shaped shadow.

Jey lost it. “Ayo! Not you having a calf sidekick like some Disney prince!”

“Man shut up!” Zilla grumbled, trying to keep the animal from chewing on his cargo pants. “I didn’t ask for this!”

Justice smirked, arms folded. “Oh really? ‘Cause she seems to think you’re her emotional support human.”

Then came the goat.

Jalapeño looked at Jey like he’d seen the second coming. The goat blinked—long, slow, reverent—and began following Jey with wide-eyed devotion.

Monique screeched.

“Not the GOAT picking YOU?!” she howled. “He thinks you’re God!”

Jey held his hands up like the Messiah. “Let the flock come to me!”

“Get away from me with that farm Jesus energy,” Luis muttered, hauling a crate of feed with two ducklings perched atop.

Just when they thought the surprise animals had ended, the truck door creaked open again.

Three barn cats leapt out like little kings.

They blinked once at the chaos, sniffed, and promptly began surveying the entire property like they were already landlords. One jumped into the hay, another climbed onto the porch, and the third casually swiped at the calf’s tail.

And then…

A long-eared, droopy-eyed, dopey-looking bloodhound puppy waddled out from beneath the last bench in the truck.

He flopped his way over to Doc—Katara’s original dog—and sat. Like he had been summoned.

Doc looked at him.

The puppy looked back.

Then promptly fell asleep.

Katara clutched her chest. “He chose us.”

Jacob exhaled, arms opening wide. “This is it. We’re running a damn animal sanctuary now.”

She stepped beside him, sliding her arm through his. “We were already a sanctuary.”

He looked down at her with a smile. “Yeah,” he said softly, “we were.”

And as the sun began to dip low, casting golden light over ducks and goats and lambs and chickens and giant reptiles and judgmental cats, the Fatu compound settled into a strange, new harmony—wild, loving, alive.

Home

Chapter Eighty – “All I Want”

The rumble of an old truck rolled through the compound gates just as the sun hovered low and golden above the trees. Dust curled behind the tires as the vehicle came to a gentle stop beside the line of parked pickups, trailers, and an ever-growing number of feed sacks.

Chief Nashoba stepped down with quiet grace, eyes instantly scanning the property with the instinctive alertness of someone used to taking full measure of his surroundings. But what met him was not disorder—it was joy.

A goat bleated. A peacock strutted nearby.

And then—

“FATHER!!”

Katara’s voice rang out bright and full of excitement as she sprinted toward him, a whirlwind of long braids, bare feet, and a face glowing with childlike delight. She flung herself into his arms before he could even brace for the impact, laughing as he caught her easily.

She squeezed him tight, then pulled back to motion in every direction, speaking so fast she could barely breathe.

“Look what Jacob got me!” she cried. “There’s a new pond—with fish and frogs and lily pads and everything! And four ducklings! And two full-grown runner ducks! And tortoises, actual giant tortoises, and then Sable herded the new lambs in with the flock—and there’s two peacocks now, and bunnies, and a baby calf who thinks Zilla’s her mama, and—”

He blinked slowly.

She inhaled deeply and kept going.

“—a goat named Jalapeño who picked Jey like he’s sacred, and a foal who won’t stop following Crow around like they’re siblings, and three barn cats who literally helped themselves and moved in, and a bloodhound puppy who just sat beside Doc and now he’s ours. He just… joined us. Isn’t that amazing?!”

Chief Nashoba chuckled, a deep and reverberating sound that Katara had loved since she was little. He didn’t speak right away—just listened, smiled, and slowly nodded as his daughter beamed like the sun itself.

Then, with all the nonchalance of a man tossing another log on a campfire, he added, “I brought the four goats you asked for.”

Her mouth dropped open, eyes wide.

“You did?!”

“They’re in the trailer,” he added as he gently patted her head. “They looked like trouble. I figured they’d fit right in.”

Katara spun in a circle, letting out a wordless cry of delight. “This is the best day of my life.” She raced off to inspect the new arrivals.

Jacob had been leaning nearby, arms folded across his chest, watching the whole thing with a quiet pride he wasn’t sure how to describe. He still wasn’t used to being seen like this—not just accepted but invited, brought into joy, family, softness.

He didn't even notice Chief Nashoba approach until the man was right in front of him.

Then, without ceremony, the chief pulled him into a firm hug.

Jacob stiffened for half a heartbeat—but the moment he felt the strength behind it, something in his chest cracked just a little more open. He returned the embrace, solid and respectful.

When Chief Nashoba pulled back, he didn’t say much.

Just a low murmur, rich with meaning.

“You make my daughter happy,” he said, meeting Jacob’s eyes. “That’s all I want.”

Jacob swallowed hard. “She makes me better,” he said quietly, voice nearly lost under the weight of everything he meant. “I never thought… I didn’t know I could be someone worth all this. She showed me I could.”

The chief nodded once. “Then show her you will.”

Katara returned in a flurry, hugging a black and white goat in her arms like a toddler, giggling wildly as it tried to eat her braid. Behind her, a second goat had climbed onto the porch, while a third one attempted to scale a feed sack.

Jacob looked at the chaos, the color, the wild blooming life they’d created—and felt himself settle into something deeper than peace.

It was belonging.

And as Katara ran to him again, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek and whispering something soft in her tribal tongue, he caught the chief watching with a look in his eyes Jacob didn’t need translation for:

You’re home now. Don’t waste it.

Chapter Eighty-Two – “Heaven Must Be Close”

The Mississippi sun rolled high and bright over the Fatu compound, gilding everything it touched in warmth. The freshly extended pasture shimmered with new life—everywhere there was motion and quiet sounds of contentment. Birds chirped in the trees beyond the fence. Frogs croaked in the newly dug pond. And somewhere across the yard, one of the lambs let out a sleepy baaa as it nestled beside a sun-warmed stone.

Katara Nashoba was in her element.

With her braids pulled back in a loose wrap, she moved through the field with a gentle hand and an eye trained by years of instinct. She checked the lambs' legs, cooed softly to the peacocks strutting their feathers, tossed a scoop of feed to the hens, and paused to tickle the chin of Jalapeño the goat, who nuzzled her with what could only be described as reverence.

The puppy, still nameless, tried to herd a pair of tortoises.

Doc watched with the stoic disapproval of an older sibling.

Sable just sighed like a tired nanny dog and herded everyone back into place.

When everything had settled—ducks trailing after one another in a neat little row, cats sunbathing lazily on the fence post, and Jacob’s calf finally flopped in the shade to nap—Katara stood still in the middle of it all and turned in a slow circle.

So much life.

It smelled like hay and sunshine and earth. The air buzzed with peace, the kind that lived in skin and bone, in the marrow of someone who’d known loss and found something sweeter on the other side.

With a small breath, she stepped back and dropped to the ground gently, letting the long grass curl beneath her. Crow, now big and sturdy as a pony, came trotting over to her side without hesitation. He didn’t need command or reins—he simply knew.

He folded down behind her with his legs tucked and pressed his broad side close to hers, and she leaned back onto his belly like it was a velvet pillow.

Her hand reached to smooth his mane absently, and her eyes lifted to the clouds above. Puffy white shapes drifted by in an endless blue sky, and for the first time in a long, long time, her chest didn’t ache. Her shoulders didn’t hold the weight of memory.

She smiled up at the sky and whispered, soft as the breeze:

“I’m okay, Mama… I’m really happy.”

Her lips curved wider, even as her eyes misted a little. She breathed out slow, her hand still stroking Crow’s coat. Then, as if answering her peace, Diva—the most temperamental hen in the entire flock—came strutting over and, without preamble, plopped herself right onto Katara’s lap.

“Excuse me?” Katara said through a surprised laugh.

But Diva, round and self-important, tucked herself in like a cat, wings settled, eyes fluttering as if she’d claimed her throne. Katara let out a deep laugh, head tilted back, heart full.

“Well, alright then. You can stay.”

She scratched under the hen’s feathers with gentle fingers and looked out across the field where her future walked on four legs, flew on wings, or grumbled at new company.

She looked toward the house, toward the space Jacob was likely in, building or fixing something, never far.

Her voice dropped into something sacred.

“This must be what heaven is.”

And for Katara Nashoba—for this day, in this sun, surrounded by the pulse of the land and the life she'd built from ashes—

It was.

#jacob fatu x black oc #jacob fatu fic #romance #mature fic #x black oc

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mk-scrawlings · 3 months ago

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Half-Off Discount

The soft hum of bees drifted in the air as Bethany worked her way down the row of hives, the late afternoon sun painting gold across the pasture. Her smoker rested beside the nearest hive, a curl of fragrant smoke trailing lazily from its spout. She was nearly done for the day when she caught the sound—tent canvas flapping and boots dragging across dirt. Her brow furrowed.

Was that Colt just coming home.

She dusted off her gloves and stepped around the corner of the half-shack, catching sight of him slinking back toward the modest tent pitched at the edge of her property. He moved stiffly, slower than usual, and even from across the yard, she could see the dark bruise blooming along his jaw and the rip in his shirt near the shoulder.

"Well, hell," she said gently, arms folded across her chest, "you look like somebody lost a bar fight with a strong-man."

Colt stopped mid-step, forcing a smile that didn't quite meet his eyes. "S'nothing. Just a long shift."

"Mmhmm," she said, unconvinced. "Shift where, exactly? The side of a ravine?"

He chuckled once, then winced. "It's not that bad."

Bethany tipped her head, walking toward him slowly. "You're limping, you're bleeding, and unless that shiner came from a polite discussion with a suspect, I'd say it is that bad."

Colt looked away, jaw working like he might argue—but the tension in his shoulders gave him away. He sagged just slightly. "Got jumped. Robbed, out near Saint Denis. They took my coin, some paperwork… my sidearm."

"Your long arm?" she asked, voice quiet.

He nodded once. "Badge too, Sheriff's gonna have a field day."

She didn't press him right away. Instead, she motioned toward the porch. "C'mon. Sit. I'll bring the salve. You want tea or whiskey?"

"…Yes," he muttered, following her up the steps.

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A few minutes later, he was slouched in one of the porch chairs, bruised ribs carefully wrapped and a fresh cut above his eyebrow cleaned. Bethany sat opposite, setting down a tin of salve and a chipped cup of strong honey tea between them.

"So what's the story now?" she asked. "You gonna tell the Sheriff the truth or say you fell down some stairs like a damned fool?"

Colt rubbed the back of his neck. "Thinking of blaming a cow. At least they can't be cross-examined."

Bethany snorted, then sipped her tea. "Lucky for you, I already bribed my bees not to talk."

A small, grateful smile pulled at the corner of his mouth. "Thanks."

They sat in quiet for a moment, the breeze rustling the tall grass.

"How's the farm?" Colt asked, gesturing toward the hives.

Bethany brightened a little. "Coming along. Got two new hives settled in. The girls are busy little things. Honey yield's gonna be solid this season—if I can keep up with the material need, and the bears out of it." She joked.

Colt glanced toward the fence. "That why there's a shotgun propped up by the chicken coop?"

"That and the fact I live alone and have nosy neighbors," she said, raising an eyebrow pointedly.

He chuckled again, this time managing not to wince. "What about that loan you were griping about? Still fighting with the bank?"

Bethany exhaled sharply through her nose. "Down to my last extension. Need a big sale or a miracle, and I'm a bit fresh out of those."

"Well, if miracles start turning up, I'll take one for a new gun," Colt muttered.

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The next morning, Bethany swung by the gunsmith's shop, the bee net still draped over her shoulders and dirt on her trousers. Jack Stone was out front, sorting a shipment of ore and bullets.

"You got any interest in a bulk delivery of iron, steel, or hell—even tin?" she asked, hands on her hips.

Jack squinted at her. "Maybe. Why?"

"I'll mine it and get Buck to shape it. As much as you want. In exchange, I want fifty percent off one of your long arms."

He raised an eyebrow. "That's a lot of work."

She nodded. "I've got a friend who got his stolen. Deputy. Not the sort who'd ask for help, but… he needs it back."

Jack leaned back against the porch post, chewing that over. "Alright. You mine enough to cover it, we got a deal."

Bethany grinned and turned towards the wagon barn.

#bethany stanley #Colt Vanderhuge #rdr2 rp #goldrushrp #jack stone

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alishin911 · 5 months ago

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farm-animals-for-sale

you're looking for farm animals for sale, whether you're starting a homestead, expanding your farm, or simply interested in adding new animals to your farm, there are many options available. From traditional livestock like cows, pigs, and chickens, to more specialized animals such as alpacas or goats, farm animals can be a rewarding addition to your property. Websites like animalssale.com can be helpful for browsing available animals, but it’s important to consider the specific care and requirements of each species before purchasing.

Here’s a guide to some common farm animals for sale and important factors to consider when buying them.

1. Cattle (Cows and Bulls)

Cattle are one of the most essential farm animals, providing dairy, meat, and even leather. There are various breeds of cattle, each suited to different purposes. Dairy cows, beef cattle, and dual-purpose breeds (suitable for both meat and milk) are common choices.

Popular Cattle Breeds:

Holstein: Primarily a dairy breed known for high milk production.

Angus: Popular for beef production, known for tender, high-quality meat.

Hereford: Another beef breed known for its docile temperament and efficient growth.

Care Considerations:

Space: Cattle need plenty of space to roam and graze. A few acres of pasture are generally required for grazing.

Feeding: Cattle typically graze on grass but may require supplemental feeding, especially during winter months.

Shelter: While cattle are hardy animals, they need some form of shelter or shade to protect them from extreme weather conditions.

2. Pigs

Pigs are commonly raised for meat production (pork) and are known for their intelligence and quick growth. They can be raised on small farms or large commercial operations.

Popular Pig Breeds:

Yorkshire: Known for its fast growth and ability to adapt to various climates.

Berkshire: Valued for its marbled meat, which produces a tender and flavorful pork.

Landrace: Another popular breed for pork production due to its high fertility and good meat yield.

Care Considerations:

Housing: Pigs need secure housing to protect them from predators and the elements. Pens or barns are commonly used.

Feeding: Pigs are omnivores and require a balanced diet that can include grains, vegetables, and protein sources.

Space: Pigs need plenty of room to root around and exercise. If raised on pasture, they can be rotated to different areas to avoid overgrazing.

3. Chickens

Chickens are one of the most popular farm animals, primarily raised for their eggs and meat. They are relatively easy to care for and require minimal space, making them a great option for both small farms and large-scale operations.

Popular Chicken Breeds:

Rhode Island Red: Known for high egg production and hardiness.

Leghorn: A prolific egg layer, especially in commercial egg farms.

Cornish: Primarily raised for meat, known for rapid growth and large size.

Care Considerations:

Housing: Chickens need a secure coop to protect them from predators and weather conditions. It should also provide nesting boxes for egg-laying.

Diet: Chickens eat grains, seeds, and insects. They also benefit from supplemental calcium for strong eggshells.

Space: Chickens need room to roam, scratch, and forage. Free-range chickens are often healthier and happier but still require a secure coop at night.

4. Goats

Goats are versatile farm animals that can be raised for milk, meat, or fiber. They are social animals and are often kept in pairs or small groups.

Popular Goat Breeds:

Nubian: A popular milk breed with high butterfat content in its milk.

Boer: Primarily raised for meat production due to their rapid growth and large size.

Angora: Raised for their fiber, which is used to produce mohair.

Care Considerations:

Housing: Goats need a shelter that protects them from rain, wind, and extreme temperatures. They should also have access to secure fencing to prevent them from escaping.

Feeding: Goats are herbivores and need access to fresh forage like grass and hay. They can also eat grains and need fresh water at all times.

Space: Goats need plenty of space to graze and exercise. They are known to be escape artists, so fencing must be secure.

5. Sheep

Sheep are raised for their wool, meat (lamb or mutton), and milk. They are hardy animals and are well-suited for grazing on pastures.

Popular Sheep Breeds:

Merino: Known for high-quality wool and hardiness.

Suffolk: A meat breed known for its large size and good growth rate.

Dorset: Known for their excellent lambing ability and quality meat.

Care Considerations:

Housing: Sheep need a secure shelter to protect them from predators and weather conditions. They can be kept in barns or open sheds.

Feeding: Sheep are herbivores and primarily graze on grass, but they may need supplemental hay during the winter months.

Fencing: Sheep require strong fencing, as they can be prone to escaping or wandering off.

6. Horses

Horses are often kept for riding, work, and companionship. They are also used for livestock management, racing, and other activities.

Popular Horse Breeds:

Arabian: Known for their endurance and agility, often used for long-distance riding.

Thoroughbred: Popular in racing and equestrian sports.

Clydesdale: A draft breed, known for its large size and strength, often used for farm work.

Care Considerations:

Space: Horses need a lot of space to roam and graze. A few acres of pasture are generally required for grazing and exercise.

Diet: Horses primarily eat grass and hay, but they may need supplemental grains and minerals, especially if they are being worked or bred.

Shelter: Horses require a shelter to protect them from harsh weather conditions, but they do well outside in temperate climates.

7. Alpacas

Alpacas are primarily raised for their soft fleece, which is used to make high-quality textiles. They are gentle and easy to handle, making them popular for small farms or hobby farms.

Care Considerations:

Housing: Alpacas need a secure shelter from extreme weather conditions and enough space to roam and graze.

Diet: Alpacas are herbivores and graze on grass and hay. They may also need supplemental minerals and vitamins.

Social Animals: Alpacas are social creatures and should not be kept alone. They do best in small herds.

8. Llamas

Llamas are larger than alpacas and are often kept as pack animals or for their wool. They are intelligent and can be trained to carry loads, making them useful for farming or hiking.

Care Considerations:

Housing: Llamas require a dry, clean shelter and plenty of space to roam. They are hardy animals but should be protected from extreme cold and wet conditions.

Diet: Llamas are herbivores and primarily graze on grass and hay.

Social Animals: Like alpacas, llamas are social and should be kept with other llamas or farm animals.

9. Rabbits

Rabbits are often raised for meat, fiber (such as Angora wool), or as pets. They are easy to care for and do not require much space, making them an excellent option for smaller farms or homesteads.

Care Considerations:

Housing: Rabbits require a secure hutch or cage with plenty of room to hop around. They also need access to fresh bedding and a safe, dry area.

Diet: Rabbits are herbivores and primarily eat hay, fresh vegetables, and a small amount of fruit.

Space: Rabbits should be allowed to exercise outside their cage regularly to stay healthy.

Things to Consider Before Purchasing Farm Animals:

Space: Ensure that you have enough space for the animals you plan to purchase. Many farm animals require large areas to roam and graze.

Legal Restrictions: Some animals may require special permits or have local regulations. Make sure to check with local authorities about any restrictions or permits needed to keep farm animals.

Time and Commitment: Farm animals require daily care, feeding, and attention. Consider the time and effort needed to care for them before making a purchase.

Breeders and Sellers: When purchasing farm animals, ensure you are buying from a reputable breeder or seller. Look for breeders who prioritize animal welfare and health.

Vet Care: Have access to a vet who specializes in livestock care. Regular check-ups, vaccinations, and health monitoring are essential for the well-being of your animals.

Conclusion:Farm animals for sale can be a rewarding addition to your homestead or farm, whether you're looking for livestock to produce meat, milk, or wool, or simply for companionship and fun. From cattle and pigs to chickens, goats, and alpacas, there are a wide variety of animals available for sale. By considering your available space, time, and resources, you can ensure that you choose the right farm animals for your needs and provide them with a healthy, happy life. Always research the care requirements for each species before purchasing and consider adopting from a rescue or reputable breeder to ensure the health and well-being of the animals

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aparichitt · 6 months ago

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If you're looking for farm animals for sale, whether you're starting a homestead, expanding your farm, or simply interested in adding new animals to your farm, there are many options available. From traditional livestock like cows, pigs, and chickens, to more specialized animals such as alpacas or goats, farm animals can be a rewarding addition to your property. Websites like animalssale.com can be helpful for browsing available animals, but it’s important to consider the specific care and requirements of each species before purchasing.

Here’s a guide to some common farm animals for sale and important factors to consider when buying them.

1. Cattle (Cows and Bulls)

Popular Cattle Breeds:

Holstein: Primarily a dairy breed known for high milk production.

Angus: Popular for beef production, known for tender, high-quality meat.

Hereford: Another beef breed known for its docile temperament and efficient growth.

Care Considerations:

Space: Cattle need plenty of space to roam and graze. A few acres of pasture are generally required for grazing.

Feeding: Cattle typically graze on grass but may require supplemental feeding, especially during winter months.

Shelter: While cattle are hardy animals, they need some form of shelter or shade to protect them from extreme weather conditions.

2. Pigs

Pigs are commonly raised for meat production (pork) and are known for their intelligence and quick growth. They can be raised on small farms or large commercial operations.

Popular Pig Breeds:

Yorkshire: Known for its fast growth and ability to adapt to various climates.

Berkshire: Valued for its marbled meat, which produces a tender and flavorful pork.

Landrace: Another popular breed for pork production due to its high fertility and good meat yield.

Care Considerations:

Housing: Pigs need secure housing to protect them from predators and the elements. Pens or barns are commonly used.

Feeding: Pigs are omnivores and require a balanced diet that can include grains, vegetables, and protein sources.

Space: Pigs need plenty of room to root around and exercise. If raised on pasture, they can be rotated to different areas to avoid overgrazing.

3. Chickens

Popular Chicken Breeds:

Rhode Island Red: Known for high egg production and hardiness.

Leghorn: A prolific egg layer, especially in commercial egg farms.

Cornish: Primarily raised for meat, known for rapid growth and large size.

Care Considerations:

Housing: Chickens need a secure coop to protect them from predators and weather conditions. It should also provide nesting boxes for egg-laying.

Diet: Chickens eat grains, seeds, and insects. They also benefit from supplemental calcium for strong eggshells.

Space: Chickens need room to roam, scratch, and forage. Free-range chickens are often healthier and happier but still require a secure coop at night.

4. Goats

Goats are versatile farm animals that can be raised for milk, meat, or fiber. They are social animals and are often kept in pairs or small groups.

Popular Goat Breeds:

Nubian: A popular milk breed with high butterfat content in its milk.

Boer: Primarily raised for meat production due to their rapid growth and large size.

Angora: Raised for their fiber, which is used to produce mohair.

Care Considerations:

Housing: Goats need a shelter that protects them from rain, wind, and extreme temperatures. They should also have access to secure fencing to prevent them from escaping.

Feeding: Goats are herbivores and need access to fresh forage like grass and hay. They can also eat grains and need fresh water at all times.

Space: Goats need plenty of space to graze and exercise. They are known to be escape artists, so fencing must be secure.

5. Sheep

Sheep are raised for their wool, meat (lamb or mutton), and milk. They are hardy animals and are well-suited for grazing on pastures.

Popular Sheep Breeds:

Merino: Known for high-quality wool and hardiness.

Suffolk: A meat breed known for its large size and good growth rate.

Dorset: Known for their excellent lambing ability and quality meat.

Care Considerations:

Housing: Sheep need a secure shelter to protect them from predators and weather conditions. They can be kept in barns or open sheds.

Feeding: Sheep are herbivores and primarily graze on grass, but they may need supplemental hay during the winter months.

Fencing: Sheep require strong fencing, as they can be prone to escaping or wandering off.

6. Horses

Horses are often kept for riding, work, and companionship. They are also used for livestock management, racing, and other activities.

Popular Horse Breeds:

Arabian: Known for their endurance and agility, often used for long-distance riding.

Thoroughbred: Popular in racing and equestrian sports.

Clydesdale: A draft breed, known for its large size and strength, often used for farm work.

Care Considerations:

Space: Horses need a lot of space to roam and graze. A few acres of pasture are generally required for grazing and exercise.

Diet: Horses primarily eat grass and hay, but they may need supplemental grains and minerals, especially if they are being worked or bred.

Shelter: Horses require a shelter to protect them from harsh weather conditions, but they do well outside in temperate climates.

7. Alpacas

Alpacas are primarily raised for their soft fleece, which is used to make high-quality textiles. They are gentle and easy to handle, making them popular for small farms or hobby farms.

Care Considerations:

Housing: Alpacas need a secure shelter from extreme weather conditions and enough space to roam and graze.

Diet: Alpacas are herbivores and graze on grass and hay. They may also need supplemental minerals and vitamins.

Social Animals: Alpacas are social creatures and should not be kept alone. They do best in small herds.

8. Llamas

Llamas are larger than alpacas and are often kept as pack animals or for their wool. They are intelligent and can be trained to carry loads, making them useful for farming or hiking.

Care Considerations:

Housing: Llamas require a dry, clean shelter and plenty of space to roam. They are hardy animals but should be protected from extreme cold and wet conditions.

Diet: Llamas are herbivores and primarily graze on grass and hay.

Social Animals: Like alpacas, llamas are social and should be kept with other llamas or farm animals.

9. Rabbits

Rabbits are often raised for meat, fiber (such as Angora wool), or as pets. They are easy to care for and do not require much space, making them an excellent option for smaller farms or homesteads.

Care Considerations:

Housing: Rabbits require a secure hutch or cage with plenty of room to hop around. They also need access to fresh bedding and a safe, dry area.

Diet: Rabbits are herbivores and primarily eat hay, fresh vegetables, and a small amount of fruit.

Space: Rabbits should be allowed to exercise outside their cage regularly to stay healthy.

Things to Consider Before Purchasing Farm Animals:

Space: Ensure that you have enough space for the animals you plan to purchase. Many farm animals require large areas to roam and graze.

Legal Restrictions: Some animals may require special permits or have local regulations. Make sure to check with local authorities about any restrictions or permits needed to keep farm animals.

Time and Commitment: Farm animals require daily care, feeding, and attention. Consider the time and effort needed to care for them before making a purchase.

Breeders and Sellers: When purchasing farm animals, ensure you are buying from a reputable breeder or seller. Look for breeders who prioritize animal welfare and health.

Vet Care: Have access to a vet who specializes in livestock care. Regular check-ups, vaccinations, and health monitoring are essential for the well-being of your animals.

Conclusion:

Farm animals for sale can be a rewarding addition to your homestead or farm, whether you're looking for livestock to produce meat, milk, or wool, or simply for companionship and fun. From cattle and pigs to chickens, goats, and alpacas, there are a wide variety of animals available for sale. By considering your available space, time, and resources, you can ensure that you choose the right farm animals for your needs and provide them with a healthy, happy life. Always research the care requirements for each species before purchasing and consider adopting from a rescue or reputable breeder to ensure the health and well-being of the animals.

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queerpyracy · 4 years ago

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I hope it's ok to ask your farmer expertise for writing purposes? if a farm was abandoned for c. 2 weeks, with no one to care for the animals, how would the ones you are familiar / have experience with fare -- starve, break out of barns/enclosures, etc? I'll drop dollar in your ko-fi if u answer thx

i'm gonna put this under a cut both bc it's long and bc some of the content might be upsetting, general content warning for animal death and injury

so, what kind of farm infrastructure you have/how it was left is going to matter here

animals with outdoor access are going to have a much easier time getting out than those closed up in a barn, though if they are closed up they'll push on anything they can get to move and doors can come off tracks/hinges, a big enough and desperate enough animal will break a chain on a gate or break a latch on a door. (bulls, especially, are great for fucking up gates for less desperate reasons than thirst. we had a mature bull jump over a gate for horny reasons, and there is now a permanent bend in the top bar.) sometimes they even lift gates off their hinges, which isn’t a perfect way to get out bc cows don’t like walking over that kind of stuff but they will if they have to.

chickens aren't great fliers but they can get over fences pretty easy if there's not a roof in the way, so if they're penned but not in a coop, they'll get out to look for food and water. they'll have the easiest time food-wise (unless it's winter) but will also be the easiest for smaller predators (hawks, raccoons, foxes, skunks, coyotes, etc) to pick off. this'll depend on whether or not your hypothetical farm was abandoned during the day with chickens outside or at night when they were shut up in the coop for protection, in which case, unless your birds have access to two weeks worth of water, they're fucked. mine made it about 8 days on the water provided them when we had to evacuate because of wildfires, but they were topped off knowing we might not be able to get back to them and given extra water because of it. we're talking a 2 gallon covered water can + a coffee can for seven hens, it wasn't too hot, and they were almost dry when i was able to come home.

chickens might be able to make it without food for two weeks, but they might also start cannibalizing each other. this would probably start with a bird at the bottom of the pecking order getting injured and then the situation escalating from there. (this, by the way, doesn't happen unless chickens are under a lot of stress. like chickens are fucked up but i feel the need to be clear that this is not Normal chicken behavior. they will give each other minor injuries but cannibalism happens bc of extreme stress.) chickens will also kill small snakes and rodents.

chickens that are outside without being able to get back in their coop will find a tree or other elevated place to roost at night. chickens that are outside with access to their coop might choose to roost in their coop or outside. laying birds will also start to pick fun new secret places to lay their eggs, under bushes and such. even fed chickens will sometimes eat their own eggs, hungry chickens are absolutely likely to become routine egg eaters. extremely hungry chickens will stop laying.

roosters might be able to fend off skunks and raccoons, but hawks drop out of the sky* and anything much larger than a raccoon is going to devestate an unprotected flock. chickens that are outside in winter and can't get out of the cold are going to be vulnerable to frostbite, particularly their toes and combs. also: if a chicken gets wet down to its skin there is a very high likelihood it will get sick and die.

*hawks will kill a chicken but chickens are also generally too large for them to carry off, so they’ll leave most of the chicken where they found it.

a note on predators in general: you'll have to decide how aggressive they were before the humans were no longer around. where i am, the coyotes are pretty good about keeping their distance, but that's not true of every place, and if they were already a problem, they'll definitely increase their hunting in the absence of humans to keep them at bay. larger animals like cows and horses might be able to drive off or kill a coyote/dog or a small bear, but if they're contending with mountain lions that'll be more of a problem for them. not impossible to drive off/kill, but much more likely to successfully kill livestock.

i don't have much experience with sheep but a problematic dog can kill tons of them in a relatively short time so you can extrapolate from there. i can't think of anyway people tend to keep rabbits that wouldn't leave them dying of dehydration after a few days, unless they manage to pop a latch on their cage/hutch, but they too are going to be extremely vulnerable to predation, being small, unaccustomed to wild conditions, and possibly a highly visible color. domestic rabbits also can die of fright very easily. (my sister's rabbit, who survived a cow sitting on her cage and lived many years after, is an outlier and should not be counted.)

what kind of fencing you have is going to matter: cows don't give much of a shit about barbed wire fences even when they aren't thirsty and hungry, so that won't be much of a problem for them either. if the fence is old, they might push over a rotting post and get out that way. downed wires (barbed or otherwise) might result in an animal getting tangled up--they might be stuck or they might have a horrible ankle bracelet which will cut into them and get infected. they might break the wire from the fence, have a horrible ankle bracelet, and get stuck/tie up their back legs somewhere else.

electric fences are going to be a bit more problematic unless the power is down. cows (and i assume most other livestock) will go through an electric fence if the voltage is compromised in some way, which can happen just from having tall grass/weeds that get wet and short out the fence. if an animal gets tangled up in a hot electric fence and there's no one there to free it, then it's fucked. an electric fence isn't going to be hot enough to kill it fast, is the problem, just enough to make it harder to escape. (i had a rather frightening experience this last summer with a heifer getting her back legs tangled in a temporary wire. she's fine but she wouldn't have gotten out without my help and her legs didn't work for a couple of minutes, and she seemed kind of Off for weeks after that. you wouldn't know anything had happened to her, now.)

wire mesh fences are going to be the hardest to get out of. cow/hog panel fences can be busted where they're tied together/stapled to a post (especially, again, if the fence is old and the posts are decaying.) wooden fences they will just knock over or break through. hedges will be eaten and used for shelter. if for some reason this farm has stone walls that could be a problem for everything except maybe goats and chickens.

goats are escape artists anyway, as long as their horns to get stuck in anything/their feet don't get tangled up, they'll be out and roaming. they are smaller and thus more vulnerable to predators than larger livestock.

access to water is going to be the primary motivator in the short term and the thing that will kill shut-in animals the fastest, as for whether or not anything that manages to get outside will starve in two weeks time, that's going to depend on the season and place. the middle of winter in a place with snow and ice is going to be very hard, obviously, but if we're anywhere between spring and autumn and there is food to be had somewhere, then hungry animals will try to get to it. if they can't get out of fences, hunger might drive them to eat toxic plants they ordinarily avoid. how deadly that is to them depends on how toxic it is, how much is available for them to eat, and how big the animal is. a large cow can probably survive a few stems of tansy ragwort but not a field. (sheep, weirdly enough, can apparently eat young tansy ragwort plants without issue? again, not much experience with sheep but this fact has haunted me since i read it. tansy ragwort causes liver damage in almost everything but sheep, which die at the drop of a hat, Fine, I Guess.)

they'll also start chewing on things that aren't toxic but they might avoid for other reasons, like risking scratching up their nose by eating blackberry leaves, or lower branches of conifer trees. any branches of deciduous trees they can reach, if in leaf, will be one of the first things they go after. if they're regularly pastured under these trees, they'll already have pruned up the bottom branches to however high the tallest animal can reach. if it's autumn or after and there are apples or other fruit on the ground they'll absolutely clean those up, no matter how old--tho after two weeks anyone who finds the place will probably have missed the period of time in which there were drunk livestock. goats will also strip bark off trees, girdling and ultimately killing the tree.

if they can get out of fences they'll wander however far they need to go to find more food. how lucky they are again depends on the season and location. steep hills will provide more danger, especially if it's wet and slick. how regularly they return to the farm itself probably depends on where the water is and if there's better shelter there than anywhere else. (depending on how isolated your hypothetical farm is, wandering livestock might be the indicator that something is Wrong.)

if there are stores of grain laying around that ruminant livestock get into and gorge themselves on, they could get bloat and die that way. they'll also eat bedding straw if hungry, which isn't really nutritious, as long as it isn't covered in urine or feces. in a mixed species group of animals they're more likely to graze closer to/around the feces of other species than in their own. don't ask me why this is just something i've observed.

under severe stress like dehydration or hunger a lactating animal will dry up, which could have consequences for their offspring. if they're old enough to eat solid foods this isn't necessarily lethal, but could stunt their growth in the long term, or leave them more vulnerable to hypothermia bc of the decrease in calories.

some bullet points bc this is A Lot:

animals that are closed up in a barn/coop/etc are at a much higher risk of dying in under a two week time span than animals that aren't

thirst and lack of shelter will kill them faster than hunger

winter is going to in general be the most dangerous season for them to go two weeks without care

most livestock find ways to escape their holdings even when they aren't desperate

small and very young animals are going to in general be more vulnerable to weather and predation

that's about all i can think of off the top of my head, if you have any more questions i'm happy to help.

#farm tag #Anonymous

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tysonrunningfox · 5 years ago

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Toothless: Return to the Black Pony of Second Chances: Part 4

No one cares if fanfictions have equal length chapters (that’s my mantra) no one cares if fanfictions have equal length chapters (it’s still 3300 words)

Ao3

The first time I saw Stormfly, she had a blue bow around her neck and was eating my mother’s marigolds. Half the planter box was mowed flat in the time it took my Uncle Finn to come inside and get me, but I didn’t stay to hear the resulting argument. I was up in the shiny new saddle and down the driveway before the ‘thank you, Uncle Finn, I love you so much” was done echoing off of the covered porch roof.

And yes, Stormfly was a little rough around the edges. She still is, these days, spending so much time checking fences and begging treats off of people, but she’d never…oh, I don’t know, break down a fence at someone’s horse farm and lure their prize herd out the morning the bank was coming to appraise assets.

“What’s wrong with its leg?” Hiccup asks, pressing his face to the stall bars, stupid ripped jeans covered in driveway gravel dust.

“It’s infected,” I answer, taking a step closer to the stall to gesture at the obvious swelling on the horse’s back, left haunch, but pausing when he starts to rear again, staggering sideways against the wall.

Hiccup glares at me. Something resembling fierce for a second instead of the petulant expression I hate that I’ve almost gotten used to in the last couple of hours. I also hate that he thinks he’s some kind of protector to this dangerous horse just because it liked him for a fluke second, and I cross my arms, daring him to keep up the expression, but Mr. Haddock enters the barn and I take a step back.

“The vet’s almost here,” Mr. Haddock says comfortingly, rolling his eyes when the little black horse tosses his head, red-rimmed eyes wild, spit frothing from his lips.

“Is the vet going to help it?” Hiccup asks, a little too eager, boyish under all that sarcasm and I can’t help but wonder how Ruffnut sees him as the same age as we are.

Then again, Ruffnut seems young too, her farm’s loss rolling off her back instead of sticking like mine has.

“Hiccup,” Mr. Haddock’s gentle tone is lost on his son, who’s angry again, a flippant, disrespectful kind of angry that I don’t know how to tolerate. “He didn’t sell at auction, he won’t let anyone near him, he’s a danger to the other horses and now, to people.”

I know that Snotlout ate shit chasing the horse and scraped up his elbow, and usually I wouldn’t consider that human harm, but anytime that a horse gets out it’s dangerous. Especially a horse who won’t be caught. Especially a horse who’s torn down fences in the past.

“So what? You’re just going to get rid of it? Of him?” Hiccup swallows, gawky Adam’s apple bobbing, and I should go bring the groceries in. I should let them yell without an audience, no matter how much I want to tell Hiccup how inappropriate it is to yell at his father.

Of course, he wouldn’t understand. Maybe he was born here, but he’s obviously a city boy now. Sometimes, animals die. It’s hard, it’s always hard. It’s hard enough at the right season, loading a herd into a trailer and knowing where they’re going, and it’s worse when it’s an injury or an illness.

But it happens. And it’s one of a rancher’s most important jobs to face the problem head on, with empathy and dignity in mind.

“What’s my choice here, son?” Mr. Haddock’s frustration shows in his posture even as his voice stays even. “The animal is in pain, he’s not going to get any better without medical care. It’s been a month now and he’s only getting worse—”

“Because no one’s been taking care of him.” Hiccup raises his voice but the little black horse doesn’t react with any of its usual anger, instead taking him in with wide eyes, sweaty chest heaving a little more evenly.

“He won’t let anyone near him,” I try to hold my hand out towards the stall door and the horse tosses his head again, pawing at the ground with a clumsy front hoof.

“I caught him just fine,” Hiccup snaps at the world at large and a horse down the stall row stomps and stirs at the loud interruption.

“The way I see it, son, and I’ve been around horses longer than you’ve been alive—”

“You’re old, ok, what does that have to do with this horse right now?” Hiccup points into the stall, rude and belligerent and stupid, if he doesn’t know the answer to that question.

I don’t think that’s true, I think he wants his dad to say it out loud so that he has a reason to shame him, and the thought makes me sick. After everything Mr. Haddock has done for all of us, to make him feel guilty about not being able to save the little reject mustang that no one wants is…I almost turn and leave, but it feels like part of my responsibility to witness.

“It’s a kindness, Hiccup.” Mr. Haddock has more patience than I ever will, “to do this quickly, inside where he can be comfortable—”

“Instead of trying to help him?” Hiccup’s voice cracks.

“Look at that wound, Hiccup. He’ll probably be lame—”

“Oh. So, it’s not worth doing then. Ok,” he barks back flatly, sarcasm a veil over the words, “I get it.”

“That’s not—” Mr. Haddock sighs, and I’ve never heard him think about backtracking before so it takes me a second to recognize the pause for what it is, especially as it’s interrupted by tires on the gravel driveway. The vet, surely, we aren’t expecting anyone else. “Your mother and I thought coming here would help you learn some responsibility—”

“By watching horses die because a leg injury means there’s something irreparably wrong with them,” Hiccup rolls his eyes, flippant anger simmering under the words, “are you getting parenting advice from Old Yeller again?”

“If the horse means so much to you,” Mr. Haddock’s vast store of patience runs out and his booming voice quiets all of the stalls but one, where the little black horse stomps and snorts, “then you take care of it. Talk to the vet, find the money for what he needs, and nurse him back to health.”

“I don’t know anything about horses—”

“You should have considered that before you started this argument, young man.”

I wish I’d left. Really, I do. I wish I were cleaning the chicken coop or checking the cows or hell, watching Snotlout talk ad nauseum about proper bull riding technique, because any of those things would be better than standing here watching this.

“I don’t have any money,” Hiccup continues in a small voice, hands in his hoodie pockets, “can I get a loan.”

“Loans get paid back, son. With interest.”

“I’ll do that,” he insists, “and if it doesn’t work—just let me try, Dad.” The title comes out in a different tone, an earnest one, and I take the chance to leave, striding out of the barn and greeting Dr. Goethi on the way back to the house.

Snotlout is sitting on the patio railing, nursing his scraped-up elbow, “has anyone dealt with that thing yet?”

“Your lack of balance and inability to chase something without tripping over your own feet?” I quip back without thinking, trying to think about dinner as I open the screen door and slip inside.

“Lack of balance?” Snotlout follows, “come on, Astrid, usually when you’re mean you don’t stoop to being stupid—”

“What’s going on?” Ruffnut looks up from the potatoes she’s been lackadaisically peeling, “how’d it go?”

“The vet’s with them now,” I let myself sit, probably for the first time since the sun came up, unless I was driving, and it makes me even more tired. “I should go get the groceries out of the truck.”

“I’ll help,” Ruffnut offers, selfless like she only is when she needs something, and as soon as we’re back outside, she’s peppering me with questions, “what did you guys talk about? Did he remember you pulling his hair?”

“What are you talking about?” I’d hand the box to her but I’m half-sure she’d drop it, so I prop it on my hip to shut the back door of the truck. Someone parked it properly during the commotion of getting the runaway horse into the barn, and I double check for the keys before locking it and starting back towards the house.

“You and Hiccup having a long car ride together—”

“Hiccup?” I stop short, irritation and curiosity and irritation at that curiosity all prickle the back of my neck as I try not to glance towards the barn. The horse isn’t shrieking. That probably means it’s almost over. He said it himself, he doesn’t know how to take care of a horse, much less a sick, violent one who doesn’t want to be here. “You’re asking about Hiccup right now?”

“No, I care about the stupid horse that got out and chores or whatever,” Ruffnut rolls her eyes, “of course I’m asking about Hiccup. He’s new and he’s going to be here all summer and you were alone with him for the first time since the fated second grade hair-pulling incident—”

“He says he’s going to take care of the mustang,” I cut her off, stomping back up towards the house. “We’ll see if he survives the summer.”

“It did seem to like him,” Ruffnut misses my tone entirely, craning her neck to see through the open barn door instead of getting the door into the house for me.

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By the time the Haddocks are done with the vet, Gobber has arrived to save us all from whatever Ruffnut was going to call dinner, and everyone has returned from their last afternoon chores to help set the table. Ruffnut won’t stop looking at me like she thinks I’m keeping a secret and I do my best to ignore her, quizzing Fishlegs about the back pasture and looking anywhere but at the door.

When it opens, Mr. Haddock walks in first, followed by Hiccup, who’s dragging muddy feet and clutching a bottle of some kind of medicine in his hand. He tucks it into his pocket before anyone can comment and I look away, back at the table, waiting to see if he’s going to take my usual seat on Mr. Haddock’s right.

Gobber surprises me by sitting there before Hiccup can, and Hiccup stares at the table for a second before sitting next to Gobber, apparently choosing somewhere neutral. I take Mr. Haddock’s left, daring anyone to mention it and hating that I’m a bit relieved when Snotlout and Tuffnut start up an under their breath conversation about the best way to get the money to enter some rodeo next month.

“How’s your first day back in town, lad?” Gobber starts the dinner conversation as food is handed around and Hiccup shrugs. Rude. Again. I don’t know what I was expecting. “Anything interesting so far?”

“Interesting,” Hiccup chuckles under his breath at an inside joke he’s decided not to share. Probably for the best, I haven’t liked any of his other ones. “I don’t know if that’s the word for anything.”

“Hiccup has decided to take care of that horse,” Mr. Haddock nudges Gobber’s knee under the table, “the little black stowaway from the Hofferson herd.”

“Not part of the herd,” I interject and Hiccup’s gaze flicks at me out of the corner of his eyes. It makes him look even younger than he was acting earlier when he tries to be sneaky, like a kid hiding behind the curtain with feet fully exposed, and I look back at my plate.

“A horse, huh? That’s a pretty big commitment for day one.”

“First of many,” Mr. Haddock encourages, and I can’t help but wonder how Hiccup would be acting if his dad weren’t being so gentle with him. If I talked to anyone the way Hiccup has talked to his father today, I wouldn’t be seeing Stormfly for a week, let alone getting a new horse to take care of.

Not that I’d want the black mustang anyway.

I look at Hiccup again, the growing nagging question in the back of my mind searching for some clue as to what made that horse stop instead of plowing him down like a crooked fencepost. His sweatshirt sleeve falls down over his skinny wrist as he limply pushes a pile of green beans around his plate, not hungry enough to ignore the taste and eat what he can get.

“Well, I had an exciting day,” Gobber forces the table-wide conversation along even as Fishlegs and the twins try to start a separate whispered argument, “first theft at the general store in a decade.”

“Oh?” Hiccup shoves a forkful of green beans in his mouth and proceeds to talk with his mouth open, big city manners on full display, “guess we should call the governor and rewrite the century’s crime statistics.”

“What happened?” Mr. Haddock asks seriously, hand on Gobber’s knee under the table, “is everyone ok?”

“Everyone’s fine,” Gobber shrugs and looks directly at Hiccup, “Mr. Wrigley’s still unaccounted for, but I’m working on it.”

“Mr. Wrigley?” Mr. Haddock looks at me like I might know who Gobber is talking about and I shrug.

“Hiccup,” Gobber raises an eyebrow, “do you know anything about the pack of gum you stole from my store earlier? I thought I’d start my sleuthing at the source.”

“What?” Hiccup chokes on a green bean and Snotlout makes no move to thump him on the back, instead cradling his elbow and shaking his head.

“The pack of gum you took from my store when you didn’t think I was watching,” Gobber strokes his moustache. “Any news on its whereabouts?”

“I don’t—” He clears his throat, green eyes looking wild around the room, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Gum? What gum?”

“Empty your pockets.” Mr. Haddock leaves no room for argument, but Hiccup tries anyway.

“The warden searched me at the gate, I swear, you can ask her.” He looks at me like I have something to do with this and I try to ignore the sick feeling in my stomach when I realize that he used me as a ride to steal. From Gobber.

“Empty your pockets. Now.” Mr. Haddock stands up and the room is silent except for Gobber happily snacking on a dinner roll and waiting for the drama to play out.

The horse meds come out first, a brand-new orange bottle. Then a thin wallet patched with duct tape.

Then a nearly new pack of gum that Hiccup opens to demonstrate the one missing piece.

“You see, I actually got this at the airport. In New York, actually, because my ears always struggle to pop on the plane and don’t you just hate that—”

Mr. Haddock flips the pack of gum over to reveal the “General Store 0.99” orange sticker on the back and Hiccup’s mouth flaps a few useless times.

“Not even a day and you’re stealing?” The whole room flinches at Mr. Haddock’s yelling this time, except Hiccup, who just sinks down further in his chair, arms crossed, expression petulant.

I wish that stupid horse would let me near it, just for an excuse to grab those pills and leave, to not have to see another Haddock family tussle today.

“I didn’t think anyone was watching,” Hiccup mumbles, “I’ll pay for the gum—”

“How am I supposed to trust you? I just loaned you money for antibiotics for that damn animal—”

“Oh, so since I stole a pack of gum you’re just going to go shoot the horse out back? Great, that’ll teach me, really proportionate response,” Hiccup gripes as his dad takes the bottle of pills, sarcasm flat and eyes trained on the table.

That is until his dad plops the bottle down next to my unused spoon.

Then Hiccup’s eyes go wide. Probably about as wide as mine.

“I was going to try and trust you with that beast, but obviously, you aren’t responsible enough.” Mr. Haddock stands up, plate in hand, face as red as the shag carpet downstairs, “and I’m too furious to deal with you myself, so I’m giving these to my foreman—”

“Foreman?” The word sounds foreign in my mouth, the promotion that could convince my parents to let me stay through the year suddenly thrown into the rest of this gigantic mess.

“My Foreman Astrid,” Mr. Haddock continues, “you do what she asks of you and when she thinks you’ve earned it, she’ll give you what the horse needs.”

“Dad!” Hiccup acts like he still has room to argue, even with the evidence of his illegal activity staring up at him from the center of the table.

“It’s about time that you learn some things need to be earned. And if you can’t earn Astrid’s trust, how are you going to re-earn mine? Or Gobber’s?” He exits with that, stomping into his bedroom to eat and slamming the door behind him.

Everyone stares.

Gobber claims the pack of gum from the center of the table and tucks it into the breast pocket of his shirt before resuming his dinner.

“If it makes it any better, laddie, I didn’t trust you to begin with, that’s why I was watching.” He waves his hook around by his temple, “living with all those lights on all the time does things to a person.”

“So, it’s the lights fault?” Hiccup asks flatly, avoiding my eyes like he apparently avoids all concept of responsibility, “can I use that?”

“No, you can’t,” Gobber coughs, “in this case, this is entirely your fault, and if you want to help that horse, you best start asking Astrid what you can help her with.”

I’m used to being the bad guy. Really. I’m the bad guy when Stormfly wants treats or when Ruffnut wants to sleep in or when Snotlout is trying to sneak out the night before we need him. I’m the bad guy when I remind my parents that their ranch used to mean something, that Hofferson used to mean something.

It’s second nature to stand up and pocket the pills, glancing at Hiccup’s untouched green beans before speaking.

“After you’ve cleaned your plate, follow me out to the barn, you can help me feed.”

“Not hungry,” he gripes, pushing the food away from him, oblivious to the way Snotlout eyes it like he’s weighing how gross it is to eat Hiccup’s food.

“I meant at the sink.” I look towards the kitchen then back at him.

“Dishes?” He raises a challenging eyebrow, “you’re not going to give me my horse’s medicine if I don’t do dishes?”

“Among other things, I’m sure,” Gobber chirps, grinning at me even as the pill bottle feels like an anvil in my pocket.

“I’m going to ask you to pull your own weight around here.” I put on my best bad guy voice and Snotlout sighs, whispering behind his hand to Tuffnut.

“Finally, she has someone else to bitch at.”

I hate that I recognize the flash of realization across Hiccup’s face as he encounters everyone’s favorite corner. When there are two options and one of them involves agreeing with Snotlout, there’s really only one option.

“Fine,” he stands up, slouching to the kitchen and scraping his food into the trash before making a production over double scrubbing his plate before dropping it loudly into the drying rack.

“You’ve got this, lassie,” Gobber tells me, unnecessarily, “a few days under your thumb will whip him right into shape.”

“What shape?” Snotlout snorts, flexing his bicep at Hiccup as he stalks back outside, and if weren’t directed at Snotlout, I’d call him out on the middle finger he doesn’t quite hide against his leg.

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westmillfarm · 6 years ago

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Yes, still here!

It has been a healthy few months since an update has been posted. Mostly this is because pregnancy, despite what movies and other people tell you, is terrible. You are tired and sick through most of it and in the few shining moments you don’t feel like death you have to try and pull your life back together.

Thankfully I am now into my second trimester, 20 weeks today. For most women including myself (thank heaven) the second trimester brings relief from all day nausea. Still dog tired but at least I feel a little more like myself.

Here are some updates to bring you all up to speed.

Raccoons

A few days after the original raccoon post I discovered one of the devils in my chicken coop, in a nest box, mouth full of eggs. My cousin made this graphic to illustrate the moment.

I grabbed a fishing net we keep in the chicken coop for rounding up the occasional stray bird and pressed it to the nest box, then pounded on the top til the raccoon leaped into the net. I burst out of the chicken coop where I guy we had hired to do some skid steer snow removal was shocked and impressed by my wrangling skills. He helped me put it an an old poultry cage the previous homeowners had left behind. Shortly after, the raccoons buddy came snooping around. I caught him too and managed to get him in the cage. Our plow guy was nice enough to haul them away for me and set them loose several miles from our farm. Good riddance.

The Sheep

A farmer once said to me, “miracles never cease” and she was right. Our poor ram, Rocky, died just a few days after putting him in with our ewes. We thought no babies for sure this year. Then a little under two weeks ago I found Parsnip had brought these cuties into the world.

No names yet, though Ben has suggested “Button” for the girl as she is cute as one. He also named our one ram lamb from last year “Ba Ba Black Sheep” because he is mostly black. My husband names animals like a toddler.

A week from today a friend of mine is coming out to butcher both the ram lambs from last year. I’d love to keep the little black one, but reality is we just don’t have the space or pasture for them. We raise sheep to eat them, and he had the misfortune of being born male. At least they both have lived almost a solid year out in the sunshine with their mom and other sheep.

The Goats

We still have all three goats, including the useless whether. I started the process last night of cleaning out our woods, which has been used by decades of past residents as a garbage heap. Plan is to clear out the trash and then fence it. There’s a solid acre of woods and swampy stuff out there that should last them the summer’s worth of browsing. Now I just need to get my damn fence working properly. Spent three hours on that the other day too, bypassing a funky looking part of the previous owners system for my own. Still nothing more than 2,000 at best, zero in some places. Goal is 6,000. Yesterday I tried moving the ground rods. Nothing. My last resort is to simply take down their entire line of patched together metal and just string my own. A project perhaps for a night this week but not today. Too tuckered out. Damn pregnancy.

The Cows

Beatrix is now 10 months old and has not as I hoped naturally weaned. I tried penning her up for a week to see if that would work. She went straight back to the teat. I bought one of these nose ring jobbers that they wear like a clip on bull ring, only instead of a ring it’s a sort of pad with spikes that will poke the mom if she tries to drink, hopefully resulting in her getting kicked away.

I couldn’t bring myself to put that awful pinching thing in her nose so instead I bought a halter, drilled some holes in it, and screwed the spiky pad onto that. This morning it didn’t look like she had drank anything but I’ll have to keep a watch this evening to see if it is working or not.

Hay

Again a source of stress is hay. We have crap pasture as it is and with a lot of wet and cold weather this spring our pasture is taking its sweet time coming up. I’ve felt like a total pest calling our hay guy all the time. He is out of round bales so now we are feeding square bales and they go through two a day. These are more expensive bales of alfalfa. I should be feeding grass hay but I can’t get my hands on any. So we are spending $10 a day right now to feed the herd. Pretty pricey.

That’s all I’ve got for now. I truly do mean to keep this blog updated somewhat frequently. Sundays seem like a nice time for a little quiet reflection so that’ll be my new strategy.

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thecoroutfitters · 8 years ago

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You store back plenty of firewood and make sure the roof and windows are all secure. If you have a fireplace, you may have the chimney cleaned or the brickwork checked.

You may even buy a wood-burning stove just in case the power goes out. You do all of these things to make sure that you and your family stays safe in the winter, but what about your animals? How do you keep your farm animals safe in the winter?

We’re going to get to that today, so that your meat sources – and your pets – stay warm and healthy over the winter months.

Ventilation

First, you need to know that not all animals have the same needs, and sealing all the drafts in a barn or chicken coop is a bad thing, not a good thing. It’s great that you want to keep out that cold air, but it’s a misguided effort even in the far north. Your barn and your coops need ventilation to keep your animals healthy.

Chickens and farm animals create an amazing amount of water both through breathing and urination/defecation and if that water vapor doesn’t have an escape route, your coop or barn becomes a breeding ground for bacteria and mold that’s harmful to both your chickens and you. Your chickens are also more susceptible to frostbite if the coop is humid.

Finally, ventilation keeps your coops and barn from becoming too hot. Yes, even in winter! Just like with any creature, your animals emit body heat and if you have many of them in a relatively small space with no ventilation, it can become too warm.

You do, however, need to keep them safely warm. Birds especially are prone to frostbite on their waddles and feet. In addition to keeping them safe, keeping them comfortable will also help keep your farm animals producing eggs and milk. You take care of them and they’ll take care of you!

Of course, if you’re getting a blizzard or are having an extreme cold snap, you can shut the coop or barn up for the night, but open it up, at least in intervals, throughout the day to let air circulate.

So, how do you find the happy medium between providing adequate ventilation to let in fresh air and let out air that contains the ammonia and other harmful waste? With coops, you should build it so that there’s a small gap between the rafters and the roof, adding flaps so that you control the amount of ventilation. You can also put in screened windows so that you can crack them and have more control over the ventilation.

Proper Shelter

We’ve always had cows and horses – and a barn – and people would see the horses standing outside with a layer of ice on their backs and feel badly for them. Strangely enough, that layer of ice or snow is actually keeping them warm, especially if it’s relatively dry.

How? There’s a gap between the ice and the skin formed by the animal’s coat, and heat is trapped in that space. Now if the animal is soaking wet when the ice settles, this doesn’t apply so much. Also, if you’ve kept your animal from growing its winter coat for show purposes, it needs a blanket in much warmer temperatures than an animal that grew a coat.

Even if you don’t have a barn, you should at least have a lean-to that they can use to get out of the weather.

Ensuring Adequate Food and Water

This is critical because many animals actually need more food and water in the winter than they do in the summer. That may sound backward but it’s really not if you think about it. We take in moisture in more ways than one. Believe it or not, your skin absorbs water when you shower and even from the air. So do other animals.

But in the winter, the air tends to be dryer, so there is less moisture in the air to keep us hydrated. That’s one of the reasons, anyway.

You’ll probably notice that your chickens drink more, as do your dogs, cats, horses, goats, cattle, and every other critter on your farm. Keep their water bowls, buckets and troughs full of fresh, clean, unfrozen water. Check it at least a couple of times throughout the day to make sure it’s not frozen.

Food needs change, too. Shivering and maintaining body heat uses a lot of fuel and most of our animals don’t have a large supply of fat to meet that need. Therefore, you need to feed them more. Some people switch to a higher fat and/or protein feed in the winter so that they get more nutrients for the same buck. Hays such as alfalfa offer more protein that other hays, too.

Hay often lacks the nutrients that fresh grass carries so you may need to supplement with grain and minerals to make sure that nutrition is adequate. Also, animals burn more calories in cold weather so they’ll need more to eat and drink in order to stay fat and sassy through the winter months.

Clear Ice

Ice is a monster we all have to fight in the winter. Just like us, if a horse, cow, goat, or other animal falls, it can break hips, legs, and other bones. Unlike us, that’s often a death sentence.

Horse’s hooves, especially, ice over. They’ll build balls of ice because of the way their hooves are cupped on the bottom and if they come running into the barn with those on their feet, they can easily trip.

Other places that ice accumulates is in doorways of barns and milking stalls. I’m not saying you need to go out and shovel them path, but be aware that ice and even mud presents a danger to them, too.

Check Pastures for Debris

Do this before the first snow falls. Make sure there are no buckets, broken boards, downed fencing, or anything else that can be hidden under the snow only to be stepped on later. If you’ve never seen an animal tangled in fencing wire, count yourself lucky and pray you never have to. It’s not pretty, so make sure there’s no loose fencing wire or any kind of debris laying around your pastures.

Keep Your Animals Separate from the Neighbors

Animals get sick just like people do. So, if we don’t want to get the flu, we don’t go near people with the flu, right? Well we don’t have that luxury with the neighbor’s animals. We have no idea, unless you’re talking to them and they tell you the truth, whether or not their animals are sick.

Cold weather already taxes your animals’ immune systems, so don’t make it worse by exposing them to potential diseases or illnesses presented by surrounding animals. If possible, keep them separate.

Winter is a tough time for animals as well people and it’s our job to take care of them. If you want them to continue to give you eggs, milk, and meat, you need to keep them happy and healthy.

If you have any other suggestions for taking care of animals in the winter, please share them in the comments section below.

This article has been written by Theresa Crouse for Survivopedia.

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smallstonehouse · 5 years ago

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A Lesson on Evil & Inconvenience

It should have been a real bitch of a scorcher today, but for some reason the rain decided to smile down upon our little piece of ravine. It had been a few weeks without a good honest-to-god rain, but thankfully it is always only a matter of time before the clouds finally collect enough condensation to fall back down to the land of mortals. I looked out the gentle window, past the frosty and rain-soaked glass, and out into the gardens. The plants there, previously withering and dying of thirst, were now bright and happy again. There was a certain air of relief that rang out through the ravine whenever the sky decided to shed its tears; the gentle mountain rain was the sole unifyer in the otherwise wild lands.

“Everything needs water,” my mother used to tell me, “because without it we would all thirst. It’s important to thank the sky for her gifts, my little one.”

I never really completely grasped what she meant until I took this life on myself. Growing up forces you to experience things with new perspectives, with history seeming to repeat itself at a whim. As a child, you can’t fully grasp what it is to starve, to thirst. Your parents stand over you and protect you from the atrocities of the real world. However, it seems, there is a time in everyone’s meager existence where they are deemed “old enough”. I never quite understood exactly what constituted this change of state, but nonetheless it was a present turning point in the lives of all living things.

As I sat and stared out the old cottage window, unto the fields that I toiled over year after year, one of the many mice that inhabit the walls came up to join me.

“Good morning, little mouse,” I spoke in a gentle, cooing tone.

“And to you, miss!” he squeaked back.

“How are things in your realm, Montague?”

“Oh, just fine. I’ve been tending to the fairy gardens, fighting off brownies, the standard day’s work.”

“And what important work you do, Montague Mouse.”

The curious little mouse stared out the window, over the now pouring rain. He was immediately overcome with a visible sense of peace, and I was happy for him; being the mouse knight of a cottage is hard work, I think, and he deserves a bit of a rest. I think, sometimes, we all need a bit of a rest. We all collectively, as people, have become quite obsessed with the hustle and bustle, with living fast and keeping busy. I, for one, loathe being busy. I cannot stand having to do things, let alone the same repetitive things day after day. That being said, I’m not talking of simple farm chores, but of office work and day jobs. The America I was raised in was always very fond of working hard and making lots of money, but the America I live in now is more concerned with being happy.

An America with her prime focus being the happiness of her people is the best sort of America; as opposed to an obsession with turning a profit, her people return to the old ways of caring for one another, of living for oneself and not toiling aimlessly for a conglomerate of monopolies, buying things to impress people they aren’t even quite fond of. She is happier once again, it seems. In fact, it’s almost ironic that at one point returning her to her former glory was perverted to push towards an opposite reality.

I shook myself from my catatonic state of thought, noticing that the rain had stopped falling, and the gentle mouse had returned to his duties. I took this as an opportunity to see how Hilda the Milk Cow was doing this fine day.

It was a short walk out to the cute little shed that she kept herself in, a wonderfully dainty wooden stable that was more than enough room for a few horses, let alone a single happy dairy cow.

“Good morning, Hilda!” I shouted kindly as I approached. She mooed back happily, clearly unaffected by the downpour she was forced to endure. I checked around her stable, no signs of critters or intrusion. This was a sign of relief; lots of wandering creatures of all backgrounds had a habit of calling Hilda’s shed home as well, and Hilda was not always very fond of these people. I remember once, a few years ago, she was so far spooked by a simple raccoon that she ran all the way to the house. Since then, I’ve taken very good care to ensure that I will always be Hilda’s sole visitor, and she seems to prefer it that way. I opened the rusty latch that kept her shut in, and within seconds she was happily roaming her field, chewing cud and fraternizing with the chickens. Hilda was always rather quite fond of the chickens, which was always fun to sit and watch. It was always a sort of awe-inspiring thing to see, as Hilda is this big lumbering beast and the chickens mere mortals in her presence. She was always so kind, so gentle with her friends. She had the kindest soul, and she didn’t even know it.

I saved Hilda from slaughter a few years ago, from a small farm not too far from my own. I had been walking through the woods behind our cottage, probably a couple miles deep, and came across the clearing where she lived. All alone, black and white breaking endless green plain. I could see her family out in the distance, but they were clearly herded together . She was the outlier, the one that did not fit in.

“Oh, come here pretty cow!” I called across the field to the magnificent beast, and she immediately turned her head and galloped to the fence that I was sitting upon. Hilda was like no cow I had ever met before; she was so kind and gentle, and had a glimmer of personality in her eyes. She was not some dumb animal. She was a beautiful and sophisticated soul merely trapped in the confines of a bovine prison. I had, in fact, fallen in love at the first sight of her. I returned to the pasture every single day for a whole week, always meeting Hilda in the same spot. Every day, I noticed the flock in the distance grow smaller and smaller.

“You’re set for the slaughter, aren’t you pretty girl?”

Yes, she seemed to speak to me, that is my fate.

“Can you take me to the farmer? I would like to make you my cow.”

Whether she truly understands my words still eludes me to this day, but nonetheless she seemed to understand what I was talking about. She led me across the field, a grand and magnificent one at that, to a quaint and tiny farmhouse tucked to the side of a pond.

“What’re you doing here with my cow, trespasser?” said a gruff old man who emerged from the farmhouse, shotgun in tow.

“You are a cattle farmer, I would like to buy this cow.”

He scoffed at my simple request.

“You want to buy a slaughter cow, one that has already been bought by a meat plant?”

“Of course, sir. She is a beautiful cow.”

“Get off my farm alive before I remove you from it in a pine box,” he threatened, brandishing his gun even more.

“I mean no trouble, sir, I simply mean to save this poor animal from a youthful death.”

The old farmer narrowed his eyes and glared at me. His grip on the rifle turned his knuckles an unholy shade of white. I dropped the kind, helpless act and went straight to the point.

“You aren’t going to shoot me, or you would have already. I’m offering to make this cow worth your while, as opposed to just up and taking her like I’d prefer.”

The old man seemed staggered at this point, taken aback by how sharp my tongue could be.

“You know what, miss?” He started, “I respect the hell out of someone who can stand their ground.”

And so Hilda belonged to me, and soon came back to my farm. She was always so happy, like a big puppy that never got the hang of being a giant dog. I never heard from the farmer again, nor ever decided to venture through the woods like that again. I had no reason to; unlike my neighbors and friends, I was content with what I already had. Why ask for more when I had everything I already needed? What was the purpose of a new car, another bottle of expensive wine when my old and battered Lincoln still persisted to tick along happily, and the cheap supermarket wine tastes just as sweet? I never quite understood the consumerist culture in America, why people were so obsessed with always having “the next big thing”. Why was it always so impressive when a neighbor got a fancy new truck, or when someone decided to pay more than a hundred dollars on a pair of shoes? What about “stuff” has made us lust for money simply to waste it on material things that do not, in fact, benefit us? I’ve watched countless friends and family toil aimlessly, working long hours for weeks at a time with no rest, trying to impress everyone else. What about other people’s opinions drive us?

“What do you think, Hilda?” I said to the sweet creature before me.

“Mooooooooooooo,” Hilda called back.

“Are you enjoying the fresh rain?”

“Moooooooooo!”

“Of course you are, sweet Hilda, you never have any worries.”

She mooed again, very thoughtfully, and returned to playing with her chickens. Yes, I had forgotten: the chickens. The chickens were all fantastic layers, all 9 of them. It had been a while since we’d had a rooster, so no chicks had been added to the flock in years. They were getting old, too, but that was a problem to address when the bridge was crossed. I hiked over to the coop that held the wonderful birds. Now was a perfect time to rummage through the straw and sawdust, as Hilda was beautifully distracting the chickens from their nests. I needed a basket, however. Where was the basket I kept right by the coop? I searched all around the little house, up and down, anywhere. It wasn’t in the house, I was sure of it. Maybe someone had a need for a basket and borrowed mine?

“Are you looking for something?” said a voice out of nowhere.

“Just my basket, little fairy,” I replied. At these words, the tiny winged creature revealed himself from the grass he was no doubt napping in below. He was taller for a fairy, but had the same clothes on as the others that dwelled around here.

“Ah, yes, the tan wicker one with the metal frame?”

“Yes, sir, that’s the one!”

“Well, I’m afraid to say it’s been taken.”

“Taken? By whom?”

“Oh, haven’t you heard? There have been gangs of frogs terrorizing the fairies and other folk in this here valley.”

“Frogs? I have never known frogs to be aggressive. Are you sure that this isn’t the trickery of a group of Pixies?”

The fairy laughed, “If it were pixies, there would’ve been an easy fight. These are frogs of some kind. I wasn’t close, but they were big, and slimy, and hopped really funny”

This was rather strange; the frogs had never bothered me nor the fairies, and were in fact mostly harmless and primarily helpful. To my knowledge, frogkind was peaceful and all that concerned them was matters involving flies. The frogs lived in a pond not too far into the woods, so I elected to pay them a visit.

The forest was tall and as old as time itself, filled with stories of many Americas before this one, of many people who walked and lived and even died within its borders. The forest held magic, as all forests do, and this one was especially magical. It had taken some time, but the fairies all had houses, the bees had plenty of flowers to feast on, and the frogs had their pond. Every group that inhabited the forest had their own means to be self-sufficient, and had largely stopped fighting with each other because of the stability they have maintained since I moved here. Ergo, it was strange to hear a fairy accusing the frogs of wrongdoings in the community; it was very unlike the frogs to wander from the pond, let alone be unkind to the other denizens of the forest. I travelled the old beaten dirt paths I had spent countless hours milling into the earth and thought long and hard about what could have possible happened to cause the frogs to act like this, let alone to steal an entire basket. It didn’t make sense to me, but I had to find out nonetheless.

I came across the pond, and it twinkled in the sunlight that fought its way past the treetops. Nothing seemed out of place, but at the same time it was a pond; not much could be out of place in a place like this.

“Hello? King of Frogs? I’d like to request council,” I yelled into the empty pond. Like clockwork, the council of Frogs emerged from the brush, taking their spots on a circle of lilypads in the middle of the pond. A larger frog, far bigger than the rest, made his way to an equally sized lilypad in the center of the group.

“Good afternoon, Miss,” said the frog king.

“And to you, kind sir.”

“What matters have you to discuss with us, kind one?”

“Well, you see, my basket has gone missing.”

“A theft? Are you trying to insult us? Frogs don’t steal, silly girl.”

“I’m aware, but a fairy told me that-”

“A fairy? One that seemed taller than any other fairy that you have met?”

I stood aghast, “Yes, actually.”

The frog king bellowed, filling his sac with air and making various frog sounds. He fell silent, as did the council around him. They sat for some time, talking amongst themselves in their frog language.

“Do you know who this fairy is, then?” I asked.

The frogs halted their chatter.

“Of course, miss. This fairy is no fairy, but a changeling. We have not seen one in some time, but they are always up to no good. I have never met a changeling that was not a cunning fox, and this one is no different. We have not seen your basket, but I would not be wrong to assume that you being sent here to cause a ruckus was part of his plot.”

“Uhm,” I began slowly, “What is a changeling?”

The frog council laughed at my question.

“Silly mortal,” the king began, “changelings are an ancient race. They first descended from fairies, but fell off the path to light. They learned even more ancient and dark magics than had ever been used, which is how the came to be able to change their form. That is why the fairy appeared to be taller than usual; he is not a fairy, but a changeling. That was not his true form.

“Well, then, do you know what they look like?”

The council shared laughter again.

“Nobody knows the true form of a changeling because nobody has ever killed one. They are bigger than fairies, but smaller than cats. This is all we know, and we bid you good luck.”

I bowed to the council and headed back to the cottage. How strange, I thought, that not even the mighty council of frogs could figure out what was at play here. As I walked, I tried to imagine just why the changeling took my basket, and why he tried to pin it on the frogs. I had no leads, but surely I would find something.

Soon enough, I had returned to the chicken coop, and lo & behold, the changeling was sitting atop the roof, eating some berries.

“Why did you lie to me, Mr. Fairy?” I spoke with fury.

“Well, miss, you just seemed so dumb and gullible I had to!” he replied, laughing in between his words.

“Why blame the frogs?”

“I’ve always hated frogs. They’re old and slimy and act as if they know everything.”

“Okay, but why take my basket in the first place, Mr. Changeling?”

The changeling smirked. Before my eyes, he began to morph and change. Soon enough, he had become a small goblin, still grinning the same evil smirk. He was definitely shorter than a cat, but if the cat were to stand upright, and far taller than a fairy. He had mottled grey skin, and a long brunet beard that was decorated with gold trinkets, and wore rags that matched the tattered boots on his feet.

“I was wondering if the frogs had caught on by now. Surely they didn’t think that the fairies were stealing their tadpoles. They’re so delicious, especially before they grow any limbs.”

“Mr. Changeling,” I said, my exasperation growing by the second, “Why did you take my basket?”

The changeling sat for a second, stroking his beard, carefully planning whatever words were about to escape his maw.

“Because I wanted it. I don’t particulary have a use for it, but I liked it and decided that it is now mine.”

I was dumbfounded.

“You can’t simply take things from other people, you know.”

“Ah, yes, but if you are not there to stop me, is it really your basket?”

“Why, yes, it is, that’s how owning things works. I bought that basket years ago, ergo it belongs to me.”

“It may have at one time,” the creature cackled, “but it is no more.”

With one simple kick, I sent the changeling off the ground and into the side of the chicken coop. The changeling lay, slumped, with a purplish blood oozing from his lips.

“You have one hell of a leg on you, girl,” he spit.

“If you really paid all that attention, you would know better than to test me.”

“You’re a fool if you think you are more powerful than I.”

“You’re a fool if you think I want anything other than my damn basket.”

Once again, the changeling sat in awe. Never before had he had someone stand up to him like that.

“I am more powerful than you can imagine, foolish mortal.”

“I believe it,” I began, “but you’re also the third smallest creature that roams these parts, and I have no qualms about kicking you again.”

The changeling snickered and morphed himself into a small wolf, roughly the size of a cat. The wolf snarled and bared its yellowed teeth, making itself seem as big as possible. I kicked the changeling once again, this time in his exposed throat. He reeled in pain, morphing back into his goblin form.

“Perhaps,” he coughed, “I have met my match. You are a worth opponent, but I will not go down so easily.”

I was seriously amazed by the resilience of this little creature, but I was not looking for a fight.

“Just give me the basket and run along.”

“Where is the fun in that? All of my… friends… will miss me!”

I rolled my eyes at the little man, knowing that my basket was forever lost.

“ Have it your way, jackass.”

I proceeded to stomp that tiny goblin into an even smaller puddle of changeling-related liquids, as if he were a spider that snuck up on me inside. When he was reduced to a bleeding heap, I tried once again.

“Now, where is my basket?”

The changeling looked up at me and smiled his devilish grin again.

“Still on about that basket? You’ve such a one-track mind, my dear.”

Before my eyes, the changeling then disappeared into thin air. Of course, he was not truly invisible but merely masquerading as such. I could see his footsteps trailing away in the grass as he snuck away. I decided to just let him go; why bother with one troublemaker that caused me a single minor inconvenience? After all, it was nice to go out and visit the frogs; I hadn’t been out to see them in some time. In fact, it wasn’t much an inconvenience, as all that I lost was my basket. I shrugged my shoulders and went back to the cottage to fetch some other receptacle for carrying eggs. I’ve learned through years of living out here on this little chunk of land that worrying about things you cannot control bothers nobody but yourself. Clearly, as the frogs had told me, changelings feed off of the negativity they cause. By not letting him affect my emotions, he was unable to make use of me as a source of power. I think most people could learn from this, as it seems people are too affected by the actions or words of other people. By doing this, you are only hurting yourself; dwelling on negativity only breeds hatred and contempt for your fellow man. Will anyone actually take this advice? Probably not. Would it help? Definitely.

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themogulkings · 8 years ago

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A Long Time Gone

I practise my reading and writing every day. Ever since Pa went, I just talks to the animals. It gets lonesome sometimes, but I don’t mind it as much as I used to. I don’t know if they like to listen, but sometimes, it seems as they do.

I talk to the cows every morning. Just after reading a bit with my solar flashlight I go to milk them. I talk to them as I do and when I’m feeding them. There’s only three and a bull, so it doesn’t take long.

After the cows, the hens and roosters are awake and come running to see me. Its probably just the food I bring, but some of them look to listen when I talk. Sometimes I go sits in the run and they cluck and peck the ground around me. I ask them if they miss Ma and Pa. Some of them bob their head, but that’s usually just how chickens are. I talk to them about the weather when I let them out to roam. The ducks usually come from the pond and I feed and talk to them too. They honk and quack right on back.

I go yonder cross the river to the Allaway farm when I’m done, careful than hell not to get wet. I bring along a small sack of mixed hay and alfalfa, careful not to get it wet either. I’m lucky Pa built our farm near a spring or I’d sure be sicker than hell. Or dead.

The Allaway rabbits are usually up and waiting for me when I come across their fence. I divvy their feed up and sow it about as I walk. They follow me around and I talk to them as they do. I ask them sometimes if they miss the Allaways, but they just keep on eating. They must miss the Allaways. They’ve been gone a long time.

When the rabbits are all fed and talked to, and I strewed the last of the feed by their hutches, I go back across the river and home. There’s a hill right behind our house, and I go up to check on the sheep. They don’t need much water and the spring fed pastures keeps them full enough.

Usually by this time midday’s come around. I go down to the fields, checking the spring irrigation as I go. I only grow hay, corn, wheat, and alfalfa as crops. Our fields used to be bigger, but that was a long time ago. When there were more mouths to feed in town than just my own. In spring I spend time sowing and in the fall, I harvest. I’m sure to maintain the garden as well. I grow a few types of legumes, carrots, beets, and potatoes. There’s also tomatoes, and an apple and orange tree. I eat as well as my animals and none of us are hungry really.

Once the tools are sorted and cleaned, I do laundry. Laundry for one never takes more than an hour. When I finish, I check my bike for maintenance troubles. If all is well, I grab my rifle and Rad Suit, whistle for the dogs, and head off down the road.

I go into town every day that the weather is for it. It usually is. The roads are worn and rough, and I had to change my tires to match. By now, the trees were as wild as the grasses. Feral cats moved quietly through, following me around sometimes—they had little dispute with my dogs. They were always fanned out where I went, sniffing out trouble.

On Mondays, I go all the way over to Gale Park. The horses from the boarding stables roamed here and I saw they had enough to eat. I built a channel from our spring into a small pond which soon formed its own creek and bed. It took me nearly two years to connect to Gale. But the horses have clean water now, and many other animals come round to drink too.

On Tuesdays, I visit with the pigs at the Riker’s estate. As pigs go, I didn’t have to much but feed them. I talked to them as well. It wasn’t as far as the Allaway’s, so carrying feed wasn’t too hard. On hot days in the Summer, I would lounge around with them until evening came. I’d make my way home, then, as I did every day to let the chickens back into the run and coops. I’d set the dogs out into the pastures and the perimeters of the barn and runs. In the springs and winters I would bring in firewood as my last chore, as the sun set. In summer I spent this time preserving food.

Every Wednesday, going into town meant the old movie theatre. It took me a month or so to fashion and run cabling for the solar panels. I would sit and watch the movies they had stored there—I even went two towns over to collect more. It took me three weeks worth of trips and almost cost me a leg to a mutant. The speakers were long out of order and I had not the parts to fix them. So I’d watch in silence, imagining what the voices sounded like. Just like when I read, all the voices sounded like mine. I watched many movies—classics and modern, actions and romances, thrillers and comedies. They were all slightly strange without sound. Some of them I had even watched before the Undoing, but it was so long ago I couldn’t remember the sounds. Sometimes I wondered if there were sounds like that left in the world. Probably not. Just the animals and mutants, and the winds and the water.

Every so often, the dogs will set to baying, telling me mutants are around. They like to hunt the cats and prey on the pigs. On Fridays and Saturdays, after the morning chores, I spend the day patrolling town with the dogs. We had quite a cache of arms when Pa was still alive. But I was down to the Kalashnikov. The mutants came in all sizes and shapes, and not a one was friendly. But they were easy enough to deal with. After this long, the dogs knew how to distract them, and I could get a shot on dead target—one for two. They were stronger than most animals, but a rifle bullet in the skull will put down anything.

Sundays were my rest days. I would still go into town, but cut visits with the animals short to sit home and read and write. Sometimes I would look at pictures of Ma and Pa, or wander round into the vault in the basement where we had remained sheltered for almost three months. Reading in there made me feel more lonesome than not.

It was a cold spring morning—a Tuesday—when I saw smoke rising from across town. I had just fed and let the chickens out. The only smoke I’d ever seen was from my own chimney. The rabbits would have to wait.

I put my Rad Suit on quick-like, whistled for the dogs, and hopped on my bike. I rode faster than usual—the smoke was coming from the east side, around Gale Park. It was a thin wisp rising into the sky, a wild fire’s beginning I could only guess, though it was the wet weeks of spring. We came down main street about twenty minutes in, yet the smoke’s size stayed the same.

When I came some two hundred metres out, I set my bike up, set the dogs to fan like they’d been taught, and set off, rifle slung over my shoulder. The smoke was coming from just past the Sunwill tunnel, weather worn and overrun by foliage. I could smell the smoke in the tunnel. Dry wood surely. I heard a dog out baying, but from in the tunnel I couldn’t tell where from or how far. I got my gun ready. Out here , mutants creep better than I can.

I took a big breath when I reached the tunnel’s end. I always thought of Ma and Pa at times like this—wondering whether I would soon be going to see them. I cocked my rifle quiet as I could and slipped out into the broken sunlight.

I didn’t see Ma and Pa, or heaven, or anything like that. But I seen the source of the smoke.

There was three of them standing around the fire. I thought I was dreaming, and I’m sure I looked it too.

All four of us were quiet for a moment before one said something and took off the helmet to his Rad Suit. All that reading and writing and I didn’t understand a word. The others took off their helmets and I saw they were two boys and a girl. They were carrying guns, just like I was.

The two boys stepped forward and the girl said something in a loud voice. The dog’s were still baying off somewhere, and I took a step back. They were louder’n usual. I looked around for a quick way out, should I have to help them, or should mutants come creeping on our escape points. They’re sure smart like that. I wouldn’t last a week without those dogs.

I told them best as I could that we should get out of this place where the mutants can easily creep up, but they didn’t look to understand. They said something back, more loudly this time, and I could only catch a few words in my unpracticed ear. The . Drop. Fucking. I can’t quite remember if they were in that order.

A few of the dogs came up to me baying and barking and spitting. They were madder’n hell. Never in my life had I seen a mutant as this. It was bigger’n hell. The biggest damn thing I ever looked at. I put my rifle to my shoulder when I seen it. The dogs stood next to me, snarling and barking, staring off past the three of them.

The people got real scared and real loud with their guns, shouting and pointing them at me. I wasn’t sure if they realised what all was going on. I thought they were aiming at a mutant behind me, like I was them, but they weren’t.

The mutant came bounding forward like some mad ephilant. The dogs snapped forward to meet it, like they’s taught. I raised my rifle, quick as I always do, and got shots—two for two—on target. You can never raise your rifle too fast where’s mutants are involved. It took me a second to realise what happened after and I fell onto my butt. I reached for my rifle, still unsure as to why they shot me, a strange pain in my chest and in my belly and arm. But it was too late for them.

The mutant swiped at one of the boys and he didn’t move again after hitting that tree. The other two opened fire again, all over the mutant’s face. I never seen a mutant scream like that—probably because I kill them dead real quick. I also never seen a mutant tear something up like it did them. The girl and boy screamed and screamed—like a rabbit caught by a fox— and bullets was flying all about. It was real awful.

It didn’t last long and after a few moments it got real quiet. The dogs came back, tails wagging, licking my face, and barking a bit at the mutant, still as stone. At least those of them that made it. There were a few laid quiet with the mutant and its three victims. I scooted myself over to a tree and tried to stand with my rifle as a crutch. My legs felt weak though and I couldn’t do it.

After a few tries I huffed a sigh. I didn’t get over to feed the rabbits. I wondered if they would miss me—if they ever missed the Allaways. I wondered if the cows and the sheep, the chickens and the ducks, the horses and the pigs—if they would miss me. If they’d get on alright without me.

My suit was all red by then and I felt real tired. I asked the dogs if they would miss me, and they sat and wagged and licked at my suit. They probably would. I was gonna be gone a long time.

#short stories #the mogul kings #quentin Chaucer #writing #fiction

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joesbrownusa · 8 years ago

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farm-animals-for-sale

Here’s a guide to some common farm animals for sale and important factors to consider when buying them.

1. Cattle (Cows and Bulls)

Popular Cattle Breeds:

Holstein: Primarily a dairy breed known for high milk production.

Angus: Popular for beef production, known for tender, high-quality meat.

Hereford: Another beef breed known for its docile temperament and efficient growth.

Care Considerations:

Space: Cattle need plenty of space to roam and graze. A few acres of pasture are generally required for grazing.

Feeding: Cattle typically graze on grass but may require supplemental feeding, especially during winter months.

Shelter: While cattle are hardy animals, they need some form of shelter or shade to protect them from extreme weather conditions.

2. Pigs

Pigs are commonly raised for meat production (pork) and are known for their intelligence and quick growth. They can be raised on small farms or large commercial operations.

Popular Pig Breeds:

Yorkshire: Known for its fast growth and ability to adapt to various climates.

Berkshire: Valued for its marbled meat, which produces a tender and flavorful pork.

Landrace: Another popular breed for pork production due to its high fertility and good meat yield.

Care Considerations:

Housing: Pigs need secure housing to protect them from predators and the elements. Pens or barns are commonly used.

Feeding: Pigs are omnivores and require a balanced diet that can include grains, vegetables, and protein sources.

Space: Pigs need plenty of room to root around and exercise. If raised on pasture, they can be rotated to different areas to avoid overgrazing.

3. Chickens

Popular Chicken Breeds:

Rhode Island Red: Known for high egg production and hardiness.

Leghorn: A prolific egg layer, especially in commercial egg farms.

Cornish: Primarily raised for meat, known for rapid growth and large size.

Care Considerations:

Housing: Chickens need a secure coop to protect them from predators and weather conditions. It should also provide nesting boxes for egg-laying.

Diet: Chickens eat grains, seeds, and insects. They also benefit from supplemental calcium for strong eggshells.

Space: Chickens need room to roam, scratch, and forage. Free-range chickens are often healthier and happier but still require a secure coop at night.

4. Goats

Goats are versatile farm animals that can be raised for milk, meat, or fiber. They are social animals and are often kept in pairs or small groups.

Popular Goat Breeds:

Nubian: A popular milk breed with high butterfat content in its milk.

Boer: Primarily raised for meat production due to their rapid growth and large size.

Angora: Raised for their fiber, which is used to produce mohair.

Care Considerations:

Housing: Goats need a shelter that protects them from rain, wind, and extreme temperatures. They should also have access to secure fencing to prevent them from escaping.

Feeding: Goats are herbivores and need access to fresh forage like grass and hay. They can also eat grains and need fresh water at all times.

Space: Goats need plenty of space to graze and exercise. They are known to be escape artists, so fencing must be secure.

5. Sheep

Sheep are raised for their wool, meat (lamb or mutton), and milk. They are hardy animals and are well-suited for grazing on pastures.

Popular Sheep Breeds:

Merino: Known for high-quality wool and hardiness.

Suffolk: A meat breed known for its large size and good growth rate.

Dorset: Known for their excellent lambing ability and quality meat.

Care Considerations:

Housing: Sheep need a secure shelter to protect them from predators and weather conditions. They can be kept in barns or open sheds.

Feeding: Sheep are herbivores and primarily graze on grass, but they may need supplemental hay during the winter months.

Fencing: Sheep require strong fencing, as they can be prone to escaping or wandering off.

6. Horses

Horses are often kept for riding, work, and companionship. They are also used for livestock management, racing, and other activities.

Popular Horse Breeds:

Arabian: Known for their endurance and agility, often used for long-distance riding.

Thoroughbred: Popular in racing and equestrian sports.

Clydesdale: A draft breed, known for its large size and strength, often used for farm work.

Care Considerations:

Space: Horses need a lot of space to roam and graze. A few acres of pasture are generally required for grazing and exercise.

Diet: Horses primarily eat grass and hay, but they may need supplemental grains and minerals, especially if they are being worked or bred.

Shelter: Horses require a shelter to protect them from harsh weather conditions, but they do well outside in temperate climates.

7. Alpacas

Alpacas are primarily raised for their soft fleece, which is used to make high-quality textiles. They are gentle and easy to handle, making them popular for small farms or hobby farms.

Care Considerations:

Housing: Alpacas need a secure shelter from extreme weather conditions and enough space to roam and graze.

Diet: Alpacas are herbivores and graze on grass and hay. They may also need supplemental minerals and vitamins.

Social Animals: Alpacas are social creatures and should not be kept alone. They do best in small herds.

8. Llamas

Llamas are larger than alpacas and are often kept as pack animals or for their wool. They are intelligent and can be trained to carry loads, making them useful for farming or hiking.

Care Considerations:

Housing: Llamas require a dry, clean shelter and plenty of space to roam. They are hardy animals but should be protected from extreme cold and wet conditions.

Diet: Llamas are herbivores and primarily graze on grass and hay.

Social Animals: Like alpacas, llamas are social and should be kept with other llamas or farm animals.

9. Rabbits

Rabbits are often raised for meat, fiber (such as Angora wool), or as pets. They are easy to care for and do not require much space, making them an excellent option for smaller farms or homesteads.

Care Considerations:

Housing: Rabbits require a secure hutch or cage with plenty of room to hop around. They also need access to fresh bedding and a safe, dry area.

Diet: Rabbits are herbivores and primarily eat hay, fresh vegetables, and a small amount of fruit.

Space: Rabbits should be allowed to exercise outside their cage regularly to stay healthy.

Things to Consider Before Purchasing Farm Animals:

Space: Ensure that you have enough space for the animals you plan to purchase. Many farm animals require large areas to roam and graze.

Legal Restrictions: Some animals may require special permits or have local regulations. Make sure to check with local authorities about any restrictions or permits needed to keep farm animals.

Time and Commitment: Farm animals require daily care, feeding, and attention. Consider the time and effort needed to care for them before making a purchase.

Breeders and Sellers: When purchasing farm animals, ensure you are buying from a reputable breeder or seller. Look for breeders who prioritize animal welfare and health.

Vet Care: Have access to a vet who specializes in livestock care. Regular check-ups, vaccinations, and health monitoring are essential for the well-being of your animals.

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