Y'know... I thought I OWNED my farm. Oh, not so says the flies, mice, rabbits, groundhogs, crows, Canada geese, snakes, black vultures, coons, possums, skunks, dogs, cats, deer...
I'm sure I left someone out, so I apologise to the weeds, cedar trees, grass in the garden, etc.... EVERYBODY wants a part of it. Even the beef cattle think they live here. Act like it, anyway...
The other day I was digging composted chicken dirt out of where 5 years ago the Amish had a chicken house, and up the hill, here come the cows. Since I had the gate open, I walked toward em with my arms wide, saying, "Whoa, Bessie, don't come over here. Well, that dang ol red cow didnt like me telling her dont walk thru my gate, so she head butted the bull, like, "Do Something, asshole!" But he ignored her. They stayed away from the open gate anyway, so I got what I wanted. Bitch was like, "You gon' let this guy tell me what-to-do?" Bull has nuts like footballs hanging down. He dont care. But I did notice he kept between me & his girls until I got done diggin & left.
The groundhog raising a family under my workshop building has got to GO. He or her came out the other day at dusk & all I had was a bolt action .22. I shoulda hit it in the noggin, but I shot it through the chest instead, and it ran back down the hole. My bad.
Living on my farm is a never ending WAR against the other life forms. No shit. They all want a to make a living, at my expense.