I’m visiting Northern Minnesota today, where I used to think I was going to live forever as a bobby farmer. To be truthful, I really hadn’t been keeping up with it as much as I probably should have, once I was working full-time at the University. I had already begun phasing out the annual batch of “broiler” chickens I used to raise, to fill the freezer. And then, of course, my life changed completely in 2024.
I took a walk around the property on a mild, sunny Saturday morning. Sort of took stock of the whole experience. Maybe I’ll have more to say about that; in the meantime here’s a glimpse at what remains.
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