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I thought I was bonding with our yak—until she slammed the fence into my shins. Then our mini cow, gave me mixed signals that could’ve meant love… or a future goring. Anyone know a livestock interpreter?

Chicken Math is real. One minute you have a well-managed flock, and the next you’re standing in a feed store high on poultry vibes, pointing at chick bins like you’re ordering donuts. I don’t know how many chickens we have now. I refuse to count. It’s better this way.

Tried to let goats and yaks clear weeds near the greenhouse—ended up narrowly avoiding a yak-through-glass disaster. 10/10 do not recommend.