Meet Mr. Murphy's pet bull...
Is he not the sweetest, most gorgeous bull ever? He weighs 2800 pounds now and will weigh 3000 when fully grown. He was born here on Mr. Murphy's hay farm.
Shortly after Poppy and I moved into our little log cabin in the woods in 1989, we got busy and built a small fenced-in area and a tiny barn. I wanted a pet sheep. Poppy got me a black sheep. Shortly thereafter, I met Mr. Murphy. At the time Mr. Murphy owned a sheep farm and sold a little feed on the side. Buying feed one day I asked him if he would sell me a baby lamb. He did.. So these were my two sheep...
Eventually, we gave both sheep back to Mr. Murphy. Sheep need shearing! We tried! What a mess we had! Makes me sad to look at them. I had dreams of shearing sheep and spinning yarn. I've had many dreams over the years that didn't work out. Like a milk cow. I want a milk cow! Poppy says we need a farm for stuff like that. :)
Mr. Murphy got out of the sheep business and started a booming, very busy, "Murphy's Hay Farm". You can buy just about anything farm related here. There is a constant line of trucks and trailers driving through to be loaded.
I have always loved this farm. The farm is beautiful in the summer when the grass and the trees are green. Like everywhere this time of the year, Mr. Murphy's is dull and grey. There used to be sheep and little lambs, cats and kittens everywhere!
Supposedly we have rain and very cold, single digit temperatures coming in by Tuesday...7 -9 degrees! I wanted to take that "not so great" bale of hay I bought for the goats last week and put it in the chicken house to keep the chickens warm. Also wanted to fill all the nests with soft hay, and then buy the goats a better quality hay to eat. Mr. Murphy sells that better quality hay. You can actually see green in the bale. The goats love it...it's like their own little green grassy pasture!
While at the farm, Mr. Murphy said "walk out back and look at my pet bull". At first, Mr. Bull would only peep out from behind his shelter. He's a mess. Wanted us to think that he was shy!...
Thanks for stopping by. Oh, Mr. Murphy gave us the name of a farm near by that has miniature donkeys for sale...near by!!! Will keep you posted!
Love,
Henny penny
Is he not the sweetest, most gorgeous bull ever? He weighs 2800 pounds now and will weigh 3000 when fully grown. He was born here on Mr. Murphy's hay farm.
Shortly after Poppy and I moved into our little log cabin in the woods in 1989, we got busy and built a small fenced-in area and a tiny barn. I wanted a pet sheep. Poppy got me a black sheep. Shortly thereafter, I met Mr. Murphy. At the time Mr. Murphy owned a sheep farm and sold a little feed on the side. Buying feed one day I asked him if he would sell me a baby lamb. He did.. So these were my two sheep...
Eventually, we gave both sheep back to Mr. Murphy. Sheep need shearing! We tried! What a mess we had! Makes me sad to look at them. I had dreams of shearing sheep and spinning yarn. I've had many dreams over the years that didn't work out. Like a milk cow. I want a milk cow! Poppy says we need a farm for stuff like that. :)
Mr. Murphy got out of the sheep business and started a booming, very busy, "Murphy's Hay Farm". You can buy just about anything farm related here. There is a constant line of trucks and trailers driving through to be loaded.
I have always loved this farm. The farm is beautiful in the summer when the grass and the trees are green. Like everywhere this time of the year, Mr. Murphy's is dull and grey. There used to be sheep and little lambs, cats and kittens everywhere!
Supposedly we have rain and very cold, single digit temperatures coming in by Tuesday...7 -9 degrees! I wanted to take that "not so great" bale of hay I bought for the goats last week and put it in the chicken house to keep the chickens warm. Also wanted to fill all the nests with soft hay, and then buy the goats a better quality hay to eat. Mr. Murphy sells that better quality hay. You can actually see green in the bale. The goats love it...it's like their own little green grassy pasture!
While at the farm, Mr. Murphy said "walk out back and look at my pet bull". At first, Mr. Bull would only peep out from behind his shelter. He's a mess. Wanted us to think that he was shy!...
Thanks for stopping by. Oh, Mr. Murphy gave us the name of a farm near by that has miniature donkeys for sale...near by!!! Will keep you posted!
Love,
Henny penny
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