The Homeland Farm Alphabet..the REST of the letters

  Hello and welcome back. I made it successfully to M yesterday with no computer glitches, so I shall soldier on today and finish what I started. Here we go!

 N is for Nuts...Sooo many examples of that!
Jr Ewing meets Wyett Earp


Cam ready for safari


See what I mean...

 
O is for Offspring, as in mine...
 


P is for pals..they are good friends
 
 
Molly and Liam


Cameron wearing a cat


Cameron and Ryder..not too big to love a belly rub


Q is quality horses..rescue saves many from a terrible fate
Cliff and Brogan on Azura and Amira

Liam on Old Bill, another rescue

R is for roosters, of which we have many
Rooster Cogburn


A rooster a riding..


Emu the rooster


S is for snowy scenes...
Last winter was a doozy!

Lots of snow!

Blaahhh

So much snow...

T is for Turkey, wild bird that got caught in our fences


U is for unusual...like chupie


Mr Peacock



V is for vegetables...Cliffy is a great gardener..




W is for water tubs...also knows as goose spa


ok here we go on the hard one..

X is for Xtremely large pig!



Y is for young folks growing up on a farm!

Liam and baby chickie


Brogan as a youngster with her calf

Liam and Nolan in the family plot


Cameron cuddling with old Duchess

Z is of course for ZOO, which is what it feels like at times around Homeland Farm!





Brix the goat stealing food

Not a happy camper

Chuppie the pig, feral cat and a chicken..all on my front stoop


Variety is the spice of life! Also, anyone know why my kitchen chair was laying on lawn? Just curious.....


So, that is the end of the Homeland Farm alphabet! Stop by again sometime and see what is new back at the ranch!






 
 

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