As ridiculous as this may sound, zero. They are pets apparently. We can not have any animals on the farm for consumption, except the occasional rooster. That is only because roosters sense her fear, and attack her. So I always want roosters, for the pot.
Everything on this farm gets a name, including the equipment. That is the way the woman of the farm wants it. Marriage is about compromise. Say your wife wanted a cat, but you don't want a cat. So you compromise and get a cat.
I find that arguing over dumb stuff is just, well, dumb. We both retired 5 years ago, and we do what we want to do. I get my beef from a neighbor that doesn't name his cows. I went back to work to get some rest. Lol.
Not really, I didn't feel my mind was being challenged and am not ready to become jello. I work as much or as little as I want, my company understands that when the weather and the grass line up, I am gone to make hay, and will be back when it is put up. It is nice working because you want to and not because you need to.
Cue Dall calling me a slacker again. Here is the thing, I am a slacker. Lol
