Oh, your words just took me so far back, so long ago. I can smell the hay, hear the sounds, feel the soft breath of all the life behind me,,,,,,Hi Chicksoup,
please do continue your story. As for me, being handicapped I get frustrated with some of my family saying we can't do it, we don't have the $$, and it is me, the one that can't make my body do what it should, who has to figure it out......
My partner has farming in his history, but more with horses than mixed farming, and I am lucky to have both in my past. It is a real challenge as our little farm has lain fallow and unworked for decades, and just getting in the infra-structure is a long hard haul.....didn't feel like a farm until we got the first coop up and running and the 20 Ladies settled in.....poor city folks don't get to enjoy the simple pleasures, like looking out a barn door on the coldest night of the year, 54 horse behind you, just finished night feeds, and the warmth of them, and the smell of a clean barn, the contented shuffling and munching hay, full moon on the snow and everything has a blue light to it....heaven......
Sometimes, oddly, in a way my poor city born sweet hubby can never understand, I miss my old barn the most at just the same time and for so very much just the reasons you described. I am able to reclaim a bit of it tho as I spread out the fresh hay in my coop and watch my little flock attack it with glee or get to see the sky before it lets go of the last stars of morning as I trudge thru the snow to check on how the girls spent their night and help them start their day. I still get a little of that same feeling of connection and purpose. It's not the same as a barn full with smells and sounds, but it helps. (I still miss my horse and my barn tho)