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We tromped through two - count 'em two - farms this week. Thanks to some very patient friends, they've fed horses, cows, calves, farm dogs, chickens, been ignored by goats, geese, turkeys and roosters, and snorted at 4 pigs named Porkchop, Bacon, Kalua and Sausage. These city kids have all decided we will never raise chickens. While I'd love the eggs, wow - fresh air was mighty hard to come by when 400 chickens are fowling the air. (Bro-ak!) And I now see why rubber boots are essential farm tools... especially after a downpour or two while tromping through a minefield of cowpies. Sometimes, a hose with running water can truly brighten up the day!