




I have acclimated to rural living: My dog had a raccoon up a tree for over an hour (said raccoon had a habit of crossing the yard at exactly 8:30am for several days straight until the tree incident-haven't seen it since). My chickens follow rabbits, lie in the dog bed, tap on my front door and window, and still run from me. I like to see snakes because I know they are getting grasshoppers the size of small birds. Pileated woodpeckers pound on the tin roof of my chicken coop. I am a pro at releasing opossums from the trap. I have a bat colony living in the Royal Palm 4 yards from my garage. And none of this bothers me. In fact, I love it. I have realized how much easier it is to be motivated to do work around the house when it is more rewarding...not just the mundane tasks of emptying the dishwasher and such. Don't get me wrong, I still hate cleaning, it's just different when that task is overshadowed by much bigger tasks that are more rewarding. Plus there is something about cleaning windows with a chicken eyeballing you on the other side. I'm liking this homesteading stuff...




