I’ve had several people ask, “How can you possibly give up your animals and go live in the city.” It is a reasonable question from someone who doesn’t live out here. Someone who hasn’t struggled the past three years with drought and spent many a worrisome night wondering how to feed their livestock.
This is my lush green pasture. I took this photo just moments ago.
Even the weeds have started to shrivel up and die. This weekend I’ll be spending a ridiculous amount of money on some of last year’s hay.
If this were an actual income producing farm I would have been out of business the first year. I’m sure the farmers during the dust bowl of the 1930’s didn’t want to give up their dreams and move back to the city either. But there comes a time when you have to cut your losses. I am afraid no rain and record heat has done this farmer in. It is time.
I’m clinging to the duck though. His therapy is not complete and he still doesn’t understand how to eat grass anyway. I’m going to the new house in the morning to figure out where to build him a little duck hut.