Blogs by Rosetta McHugh
The meaning of "Hobby" Farms
9/8/2011 12:04:56 PM
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What they don't tell you about Hobby farms but you eventually find out.
We moved to the country about 6 years ago. Me, my sort of reluctant husband, my grown children and our dogs. We sold our houses in town to move to the country to avoid snakes, of all things. The house in town was owned by several harmless but evil looking snakes and we would find at least five or six each year. There was no time frame of the day to look for them for they were found all hours of the day and night. Sometimes they came in looking for heat when the days were cool, and other times they came to find air conditioning when the sun was scorching hot. As my daughter picked up what she thought was my grandson's little rubber worm, her screams could be heard through the neighborhood. Of course the neighbors knew that someone had a snake in their house by the type of screams. It seems our neighborhood had been built in a habitat full of snakes and after thirty two years, they were not going to leave.
That's it! We're moving to the country where the snakes have manners and stay outside. So we packed up our stuff and our dogs and moved to the country to enjoy the calm life on a "Hobby" farm.
Part of our plans included raising Alpacas. This seems like an easy animal to handle. They are quiet, sweet, humming little creatures that are very docile. This is what the books may tell you. There is a whole 'nother blog for that category. I will fill you in at a later date.
Next we added chickens. Let's bypass the chickens for a later blog also. The horse out back is fun too. Putting the episodes with the animals aside, let me get to the nature of this blog, the farm life.
I had this idea that living on a hobby farm would bring all kinds of warm fuzzies. Apple butter and biscuits on a cold November morning. You get the picture. I have the apple butter and the biscuits but it seems every time I try to sit and enjoy the warm fuzzy breakfast, things happen to keep me from enjoying it. I finally get to that point, sit down in a nice quiet peaceful dining room, watching the first snowfall of the year and I hear my husband calling from the basement yelling something about a sump pump needing to be wrapped in a warm fuzzy blanket for the winter.
Is it worth it? You bet! We have only found three snakes since we've been here and they were quickly guided back to the cornfields. But that's not all. I have found a hobby on this little seven acre hobby farm. I have four years worth of Alpaca fiber in my upstairs spare room that needs spun into yarn. I will of course be using my new spinning wheel that I purchased so I could have a "hobby" right here on my hobby farm. I just need the "How to" directions.
Until the next time,
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