from TX! And the addiction begins... once you have 'em, you can't have just one. Just yesterday I blissfully informed DH, "They're like potato chips...". He understood (20+yr marriage) the reference and just rolled his eyes... as he walked to the garage to check the brooder temp! Enjoy your acreage-- I love WI. Earliest memories are of climbing through the milk-delivery port and into a snow bank in the grad-student apartments in Madison (oooh.. and eating red clover while rolling down the hill..)
Have a blast, and welcome, again.