I can’t find anything written about it but word from the farmgirls in town is that we can now have two goats or sheep and up to twelve chickens. Being such a farming community I was surprised that the town was so behind Colorado Springs and Denver when it came to legalizing farm animals in town.
Now this new news may not mean anything to our immediate future. First and foremost we must pay off our debt. I have a pretty lofty goal of paying off everything but the house this year. Fifty grand is not easy to come by but I am determined to scrape and save and send farewell payments to our student loans. Debt is most certainly a jailor and it is keeping us from our dreams.
And that dream might just be a farm sanctuary. Years ago, huddled in the cold basement of a friend’s house who was letting us live there until we could get back on our feet, we drew out an elaborate plan one cool autumn night. A farm. The only thing we have ever wanted. Rented farms were fun and disastrous. Not having money made it difficult as well. We imagined and created a farm that was a non-profit. Something folks could get behind. Our family-run farm would be complete with large vegetable, herb, and perennial gardens. There would be a building to teach classes like homesteading arts, gardening, art, writing, cooking, herbalism, and preserving. A place to serve meals and a place to house interns. A general store would sell preserves and tinctures and produce.
The animals we accumulated on our past farms were never to eat. At the end we had twenty-four chickens, two sheep for wool and entertainment, two goats for milking, and four ducks for eggs and laughs. This time around we wouldn’t have the milking goats. Cashew milk tastes pretty good. But there are plenty of little boy goats that may need rescuing. A wethered (neutered) goat is just like a puppy. I eat the eggs of my beautiful chickens because, honest to god, they don’t care. Eggs from the store-even organic, free range- come from horrid, cruel environments. But my hens are named, snuggled, and live out their whole life with me.
If the animals are in a safe, happy environment and people can come to a farm and have a great vegan meal and play with farm animals and see the souls, personalities, and life behind each individual, that could make a profound difference. To show folks that one person can make a tremendous impact on the environment, saving endangered species, save the lives of thousands of animals over their lifetime, and completely restore their own health would be the best possible work for me.
I know this is a big dream. (Add to it that we want it in a warmer climate like southern California) I don’t usually dream quite this big. It probably will not start this complete but will manifest and grow into itself. We have been learning and preparing for this dream for the past ten years. Here on this little urban sanctuary I have room for a few more rescued chickens. Perhaps some ducks. Maybe a wether. Really, not much more if even that.
But first things first. Create a written plan. Learn how to start a non-profit. Pay off debt. Dream big. Enjoy the present.