It’s a beautiful day in Maryland. After weeks of numbing cold, we are having a rare few days of temps in the 60s. People are out riding their bikes, strolling hand in hand, and playing games with the kids. Convertibles speed by on joyrides, and our neighbors have fired up their grill.
My husband and I are shoveling and moving carts full of muck since the manure finally thawed out.
We break our backs to keep things clean, safe and healthy for our animals. The house may not be as tidy as I’d like but the barns are clean and swept. The other livestock breeders and owners that we know are the same way.
We also know a few “animal rights activists.” Our animals are cleaner, better fed, better trained, and have more attention paid to them than the activists’ kids.
They really frost my cookies.
Thanks for you post, I don’t doubt a word of it and it frosts me too when they start spewing their propaganda.
I heard someone taking a hunter to task for “Commiting Murder” once. I asked them if I commited murder when I took out the tracktor and cultivated a field, killing cute little mice, moles and voles in the process. There really was not an answer to that question.
Thank you for being out working hard to help feed America on a nice day.