Ant Farm Novels & Stories

It was a welcome change and a healthy substitute for all the processed foods we had to consume in the cities. The house itself was nothing compared to Xaden’s villa but it was still nothing to scoff at as well. It was a solid three-bedroom bungalow with four bathrooms. It had a large compound with a few farm animals on the property and a traditional looking barn and stable. Since I was totally hopeless when it came to catering for a farm property, I’d employed two farm hands to keep up with the requirements of the farm and also to make sure the animals didn’t die of neglect.

The next destination we went to was the livestock farm. According to Zeke, they were breeding animals such as cattle, sheep, pigs, goats, and horses. He showed me the poultry, piggery, and the stable. He explained how they breed and grow animals on the farm and where they supply the milk and eggs they get from the animals. Based on how he told me about his knowledge of farming, he seemed to know every detail like he used to be a farmer too. He also told me how the people in the hacienda benefit from livestock and how they provide employment to a large number of farmers and thereby increase their living standards. I did not ask for it but he explained and told me. When my curiosity was trigg

They bolted as fast as they could. Once inside, Hayley's vehicle began releasing the dogs, clearing the remaining zombies. Stepping out of the vehicle, she noticed a book lying on the ground, titled "Postpartum Care for Sows". She crouched to pick it up. It was a good read worth keeping. This farm was a small black pig operation, technically a franchised pig farm. In Hayley's city, pig farming had been reformed years ago, and farmers could no longer raise pigs freely. All pigs had to be raised in certified facilities, and once grown, they were sent to slaughterhouses for processing.

“We’re here “Uncle George announced. “Wow this is a huge farm.You’ve got all the livestocks and vegetables too.” I admired the beauty in front of me and stepped out of the car.The farmhouse was frequented by livestocks walking around and two horses at the other end of the land section. Arman stepped out of the car and walked to my side. “Is that a pig?”he said in dismay. I chuckled and nudged his side”come on.Nature is so lovely to look at and all I see here are ingredients to try new recipes” “You’re a menace..do your thing but I’m not going close to any of them”

Something is up, and I don’t like it. Eli pulls the two wooden doors open, and we step onto the front porch to greet Warner. Off to the left, I notice a large truck and matching trailer with “Randall Farm” printed on the side, sitting at the edge of the driveway with a large black and white cow tied to the back of it. Now, I know what the gang was whispering and giggling about.

When she looked at her daughter again, she seemed forced to nod. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of your husband,” Tristan said to the lady. “Alright, but I’ll come with you so as not to disturb your strolling with my daughter.” Tristan smiled at the lady before approaching the gentleman to help him sit in the wheelchair. He took care of him until he was released from the house. There are many cows and horses on this farm. There are also goats and other animals. On the other side of the land, there are crops such as pineapple, sugarcane, and others that, when harvested, are exported even to other countries.

Their arms were warm and full of love, and the minute they led me inside their home, I felt a sense of safety. Later that afternoon, after I'd calmed down, cleaned up, and eaten something light, we went out to tour the farm. Dad insisted I ride with him on the ATV, while Mum hopped in another with one of the workers. We laughed more than I thought possible. The farm had grown so much since my last visit with Zephyr. They'd expanded the stables, added new crop beds, and even opened a small greenhouse. Chickens were wandering freely in their designated coop space, a few lazy goats chewed on hay near the barn, and in the distance, the cows grazed the fields.

★。＼｜／。★ VANESSA DAVIS ★。／｜＼。★ There are a lot of changes I’ve had to make since moving here. I’ve had to try things with animals... not in a gross way... actually yeah, in a gross way. Have you seen a horse give birth right next to you? That is horrifying. Milking cows... not horrifying but not fun either. The animals are usually the best and worst thing about being on the farm. But that isn’t the only big change I’ve had to make.

That would really take a load off all of us. I was so glad our part-time guy could come early on the weekends, the idea that I could have two days off from working and from class was almost a dream. A farm doesn’t take a day off, ever. Animals need to eat and be cleaned up after, every single day. My dream of adding a restaurant to the farm hopefully wasn't just a pipe dream. It was all I thought about. I promised my mom I'd make it happen in her lifetime.

ARAH She was standing on a farm. The morning air was sharp and cool, carrying the smell of damp earth and manure. In the distance, a herd of cows grazed lazily, tearing into the grass, their low, rumbling moos punctuating the quiet. A man stood a few yards away, working with a pitchfork to gather loose hay into neat rows. His faded plaid shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows, stretched across his broad back as he leaned into each motion. His hat—an old, fraying straw thing—was pulled low, concealing most of his face.