Part of the difficulty of moving was trying to decide what to do with all the animals. We sold Granny Smith's lambs. Granny had them so well trained to follow him that they jumped right into the back of the man's horse trailer. The lambs were in prime condition; beautiful, bright eyed and healthy. It was hard to sell them.
Prairie Spy had a little jersey steer named Ropy. He sold him on Craig's list.
We sold Kyra, Rita, and their adorable babies too. I hated selling them. Kyra had been around since before Crabapple farm even existed. But we couldn't take them and there was no way around it.
Jack and Pete were coming to the cabin, and the boys were taking the horses back to Ricky Quinns.
That left just Alice the cat and her perma kitten, Kokomo, and a random assortment of chickens. Alice was the last of the original litter of kittens that McCavity had. Mc Cavity was a stray. Crabapple Farm was her home. I decided she deserved to live out her few remaining days at her home and we would not move her. Whatever the owners decided to do with her was fine.
Same with the chickens. I gave away all the ones I could catch, but the rooster and about 4 hens ended up staying. They didn't really bother anyone back at the barn anyway.
The place seemed very barren of life after the animals were gone. Part of the spirit of the place disappeared.
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