Goodbye Woody, Hello Winston
It feels like it wasn’t that long ago that Woody was born on our farm. He was the first non-human,
It feels like it wasn’t that long ago that Woody was born on our farm. He was the first non-human,
It’s hay time! When you live on a farm, no matter the season, you’re always thinking about winter. Winter is
Such a happy newborn! Better late than never, but happy (SUPER belated) Mother’s Day (I get a free pass for
Good advice! Though our year is truly off to a great start, we’ve already hit our fair share of bumps in
Parton came to us as an adorable, unnamed little Jersey calf when we bought Dolly. Though he’s always been enjoyable
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