This little girl seems to think she's one of the livestock. I'm sure she thinks I planted the garden just for her. She jumps in and out of the fence, helping herself to the last remaining plants and looks me right in the eye while she does it.
25 new baby chicks arrived last week. Already they are chirping and growing like weeds. We have 10 Easter Eggers, and 15 various brown egg layers.
And, the horses were moved to a new pasture with fresh grass.
My name is Christy Franklin.