Originally published January 27, 2015
© R. L. Whitney
Our morning and evening trips to the barn to milk the cow began at the same time that our older children began their new school experience by riding the bus.
We had stayed on the farm for the summer the year before, but this fall we were looking forward to a whole year’s experience. During that first summer we had fixed up a pen at the back of the old chicken house and bought a small flock of Rhode Island Red chickens from the Co-op sale barn, our first exploration into the animal world aside from various dogs and cats and tropical fish.
The chickens fascinated us. We used to go up to the pen from time to time just to watch the biddies as they went about the business of their busy lives. At the end of that summer, since we could not take them back to Toronto with us, we gave them to our friends whose move from Ontario to the farm on the Parleeville Road had sparked our own move down here.
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We moved to our farm in Sussex, New Brunswick from Toronto in 1977, only moving away in 2014.