Welcome to the farm! This is the blog of Rustic Farm, where my husband had been living solo for 14 or so years. Then, along came city girl me! And things have never been the same....
It all started when I arrived with my Border Collie, named B. Nowadays, our critters include six cats, another dog (poor B is gone now), twenty or so hens, one rooster named Ernie and two Muscovy ducks named Fred and Beaner.
Why Rustic Farm? Well, everything around here is old, or unwanted, or second hand somehow. For some strange reason, it appeals to both of us in different ways. For instance, the dog was rescued from a shelter, one of the cats came out of the bean field one day and decided to adopt us, a few Leghorn chickens fell off the truck on its way to the "soup factory," and hey, my husband is 13 years older than me, ha ha! Hubby has a salvage business. He is living proof that one man's trash is another man's treasure. I think the only brand new thing in our farmhouse is the couch we bought after we got married.
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