Here's me, out in my pajamas (not exactly looking my best) playing with one of my hens. I call her Henny, but my son insists her name is Pecks. She's a good layer, a R. I. Red of course. Based on her "facial expression," I'm not exactly her type:

This goat is finishing off a pan of spinach lasagne on the patio. Her name is Jar-Jar Binks. (NOT my fault!) Inspite of the fearsome looking horns, she is actually a very gentle creature:

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Posted by Jazzcreations

to see your farm animals and all that land! Hopefully some day we will be so lucky and get out of the city. Thanks for posting on my blog and sticking up for me. I look forward to having another blog to read.

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