Who else loves farm life?

My husband and I were from the city and in middle age find ourselves "downsized" to an extremely humble house which happens to be in the middle of the forest. We have no barn, but we are slowly converting it into a farm. We finally have space, now we just need to find energy!

Since I did not grow up knowing all about chickens and other farm animals, it makes me appreciate BYC more. I always have a place to go with my ignorant "green acres" type questions.
 
I so want to live where I can't see the neighbors and they can't see me. I hate being stuck in suburbia. DH is way to happy living in suburbia.
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I want my llamas back. I want the farm. When people complain about the smell of the cow poop sraying on the hay fields, I just tell them that it smells like money.
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I would rather smell natural smells than chemical city smells. Or if I have to live in the city I want to be right downtown. I love extremes. This middle thing just sucks the life out of you.
 
After living in suburbia and rural suburbia, I'm finally out in the 'real' country, and it's great. When I get another horse, he can live right here at home and not have to be boarded somewhere. I can actually have as many roosters as I want, which was such a cool experience for me. Had 3 hens up in the city, which was great, but now I've got 20+ and several rooster. I never want to move, even with a 1 hr commute to work 4 days a week. This is where I was meant to be.
 
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I love farming and living in the country (there is a difference). I grew up in the middle of nowhere, farmed, and worked for a vet as well that did mostly large animal/agriculture. I miss it horribly. Sometimes I get very depressed living in the city. I don't think I can do it long term. If I didn't have access to our farm about a half hour away, I would literally "lose it". I would give up living in the city in a heartbeat. It is just not what I ever wanted for myself. I have never felt comfortable living in the city and I don't think ever will.
 
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So very, very true, but most people seem to think they are the same.

We laughingly call our 1.64 acres a "ranch". It's an old childhood dream kind of thing. We have a veggie garden, fruit trees, chicken and ducks. But no, it's not a ranch or a farm, just rural/country living.

I used to watch Green Acres! In B&W, no less. I always suspected the real farmers were laughing at them privately, but hey, humor is a good thing!


P.S. to Steve - Why is my dog Tiger at your house?
 
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We live on 5 acres, (abstract says between 5 and 7, so I lean that way!
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) at the East end of a tiny little one horse Burg. Love it, neighbors are next door, but a huge lawn separates us, and he is the best fella you could ask for, so no problems there. I have animals, he has junk!!!!!!!!!! I know he makes more money with his junk, than I do my animals, at least right now!! The actual "town" is west of where we are, and the neighbors next door to the West are great and have animals too, so we all are happy as can be. We don't really socialize, but we also know that help is just a phone call away. I would love to buy more land for the Alpacas, but right now they are happy on the 2+ acres we have fenced and divided for the boys and girls. I still have another acre + to be fenced, and since you can have at least 6 to an acre, I am good to go for awhile. What I really need is to finish siding the 30x30 barn we have built last year and think about another bigger one to share with DH and his hobbies, which is many.

I was raised on a small 60 acre farm that was a lot of timber and some acreage that my dad farmed with a 1952 (it could be 1951, but I always say the year I was born cause I am so special!
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Ford Jubilee Tractor that my brother still has. He bought it almost brand new and did we think we were poopin' in tall cotton!!!! I can remember he would work construction all day (he was 50 when I was born . . .so up into his 50's doing this) and come home and work in the fields till long after dark. Mom would watch for the lights on the tractor moving to make sure he was ok. Those really were the days.
 

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