Ant Farm Romane & Geschichten

jabbed her in the ribs as he replied, "No, our place is after the farm." It was another two minutes until, off to our left, I saw a wide entrance. Hank turned in, taking the right when the driveway -- as wide as a two-lane highway -- forked. "The farm is ten thousand acres," he explained. "Been in the family for over a hundred years. We have a guy who manages it. We run a small horse-breeding ranch. We're here."

Jade replied. "I agree with Gen, let's find them. What can happen that could be worse than this," Andrea said. I could tell Andrea was truly miserable since she had never been in a place like this before. I hadn't also been to a village or worked on a farm before but it didn't look so bad. It was surrounded by rolling hills and lush greenery. A rustic barn stands at the heart of the farm, housing animals like chickens and horses. If one looked closely enough, it was actually beautiful. I loved it here. But I couldn't tell Andrea that. She would flip.

At every step, Loreta seemed to absorb the grandeur of the place, her eyes reliving old memories. The farm was indeed enormous, and there was much to see. Casemiro explained that they primarily raised cattle, with extensive and well-maintained pastures. He took them to the corrals, where cattle were gathered for health care and branding. Nilton was impressed by the organization of the place, while Bruno asked enthusiastic questions about the farm's procedures. Loreta walked slowly, sometimes touching a wooden fence, as if she were trying to recover some piece of her youth. She approached a group of calves and reached out to pet one of them. Her expression was full of tenderness.

I muttered, opening the first email. The farm requested four new milk cows, a replacement bull, and an expansion of the southern pasture. They’d also put in a separate proposal about baby chicks and a test run with ducks. "Zyan, you think we can handle ducks?" "Only if we get to chase them occasionally," he replied, his tone dry. I chuckled. The vision of him—massive, dark-furred and proud—chasing a trail of squawking ducklings made me snort. I signed the requisition for the cows and bull but tabled the ducks for now. One thing at a time.

Anna The farm completes me in ways I never knew I could be completed. Helping others going through similar to the things I went through growing up makes my heart burst every day. Kennedy’s too. He’s good at this stuff, much better than he was ever allowed to be in the office on someone else’s payroll. My pups are older now, and our furniture is finally safe from puppy teeth. Our chickens are laying nicely and our sheep are on a decent rotation through our fields. It’s easy work when you have so many people to help you, and we have a lot. More of them turning up each month.

Debbie plans to buy a farm with huge hectares. She’s planning to build it as another source of income; an additional asset. She starts building her business plan for Home Farm. She doesn’t want to disclose to the team yet nor to the public. She calls Abby to accompany her to Home Farm that’s 300 km away from the CityMall. They’ll go direct to the farm early in the morning. Abby even though hesitant, she joins Debbie on the farm trip. The later haven’t told yet why they will go there. Abby volunteer driving since it’s a long trip to undertake. While on the road, Debbie does her normal work. Calling and taking calls from clients and doing other business transactions.