For a few years now, I’ve been captivated with the idea of living somewhere which would lend itself to having animals which would enable us to be a little more self-sufficient. A few chickens for eggs and meat, rabbits for meat, a Dexter cow for milk (and her calves for meat), one pig a year to raise for meat, and a couple goats for milk (and their kids for meat).
I’ve occasionally thought about sheep for milk, fiber and meat, but I’m not as sold on them as I am on goats.
These thoughts I’ve had on this subject aren’t the daydreaming type of thoughts. They have intent behind them. I freely acknowledge the fact that I may never be in the financial position to move to a place with enough space to let me have all of this. But that hasn’t stopped the mental plans I’ve made.
Yes, I do know that it won’t end up how I’m mentally planning it. Do we ever mentally plan out the second best option? No, we mentally stake out the best possible scenario for the things we want to happen. (Which explains why your kids aren’t in medical school and you aren’t an independently wealthy philanthropist).
Go back to Yetzirah’s diary ( ). You’re not wanted here!
Where was I? Oh yes, the best possible scenario for what I want to happen, and the intent behind these thoughts….
I’ve named my imaginary future animals. Well, except for the chickens and rabbits.
Goats, I’d like to have 3. Two ewes and a wether. Their names will be Betty, Veronica, and Archie. The cow’s name is tentatively Ethel, or Midge. Every pig will be named Bacon.
Now I just need to with the lottery. Or retire. Whichever comes first.