Maybe you don’t know where your meat comes from. Maybe you know but don’t care. Maybe you’ve never thought about it. Maybe you like convenience. Maybe you like saving $2.54 at the WalmartSuperStore. Maybe you think it’s all about elitism. Maybe you think animals were God-given to us to do with as we please. Maybe you think all the ugly stuff they put in the factory feed actually ends up keeping you extra joyful. Maybe you think 32,000 turkeys snug in one factory are like 32 teeth snug in your mouth. Maybe you think the drive out to the local small farm will pollute the earth more than the trip to Walmart. Maybe you just like Walmart. All that mega-built junk from China makes you feel fuzzy inside. And mega-built meat, too. Maybe.
Those goats directly above, one mom and two little ones? Those small-farm lovelies are my friend Bill’s goats. As you can see, Bill’s goats have got room. Bill’s doing it right. When Bill’s goats run, they run on grass. When they sleep, they sleep on grass. If they get thirsty, and they do, they never have to wait in line.
Bill Guerrant’s excellent farm blog is here: