Raised in a Barn

Yuck!  What is that?  Gotta be the worst looking kitty in history.

I gotta pet this thing.  Look at how soft it is!

I've solved it!  I see a chicken and I don't see any eggs.  The chicken came first!

I'll just clean up this hay.  JD taught me this is a Massey Ferguson.

Ahh, the life of a farmer.  Whew, I am pooped.  No literally, folks, a little help here.

My grandpa is probably the greatest chicken hunter at Shelburne Farms.
He's actually a member and he doesn't even have to show his card at the gate.

Two horsepower?  Pppfffhh, my lawn tractor at home has 24 horses.  How do they stand so still?

So while somewhat familiar, I for the life of me cannot understand what
they are doing down there.  Mom apparently cannot even look.

So you see, given the calculated headwinds, our current altitude we should be
touching down about an hour ago.  These delays are a real bummer, Delta Airlines.

Cousin Corbin turned one year old.  He had a pirate ship water table there,
so I climbed aboard and took over the high seas.

And finally, there has been some buzz on the chat boards that I am not actually blogging
this stuff myself.  To dispel these vicious rumors, I am including a picture of me working.