"Old MacDonald had a farm, E I E I O. And on his farm he had pine trees." That doesn't really fit the theme, I know.
We live deep in the woods of Southern Louisiana on a pine tree farm. Once long ago it was a beef cattle farm; I remember being scared of the cows. Before that, before I was born, it was a dairy farm. But now, though our pets fit the song they aren't quite farm animals in the sense of providing for us in a big way. They are well loved pets.
Each of my kids are expected to help out around the house, and they all have certain chores that fall to them daily. My middle child is responsible for feeding the animals. The picture above is her carrying a bucket of food to our horse. She has been visiting her grandparents, so the chore has been mine lately. Some of these pictures are ones I took to text to her of how her babies are doing. Others are from the past few months.
Nemo is one of the kittens, a few months old now. Every time I open the back door, Nemo rushes inside.
Tigger is our oldest pet. She is even older than my son.
These two pretties were a gift last Christmas and are named Holly and Mistletoe.