adopt a farm

I’m in my mid-twenties, and honestly get so much hate over being childfree that I’ve started telling people I have an adopted daughter when they ask about my kids. I just conveniently leave out the fact that my adopted daughter is, in fact, a 40-pound sheep, one of roughly two dozen that live in my back yard.

It isn’t even a lie, I raised that lamb on a bottle from the day she was born, as far as she’s concerned I’m her mom. And as long as I’m vague enough, the problems of dealing with sheep sound totally believable as human toddler parenting problems. “Oh yeah, my daughter’s two, she always puts everything in her mouth.” “Ugh, my daughter is always climbing on stuff, I swear she’s part mountain goat!”

I live for seeing how long I can keep it up before someone asks to see a picture of my little darling. “Sure!” I say, “Here she is! Isn’t she adorable?” then relish the horrified confusion when they see this tiny little brown sheep like:

It’s the best thing. It’s my favorite thing I’ve ever done, next to raising sheep in the first place.


Abby Griffin is the best doctor in town, and the wife of the man who owns the most lucrative ranch in the county. Life is good - until a tragic accident takes her husband’s life, and the ranch is left solely in her care. She makes a strong effort to keep it alive, but can’t help feeling desperately unqualified; something that Marcus Kane, Jake’s childhood best friend, is also a little too convinced of. Determined not to see his friend’s legacy ruined, he leaves his cushy job at a law firm in the city and makes himself right at home on the ranch… whether Abby likes it or not. 

Outraged and suspicious of his intentions, Abby challenges his efforts to “help” at every opportunity, urging the city slicker to go back where he belongs and leave her be. But after weeks of childish arguments, she finds (with a degree of reluctant pride) that the fruits of her stubborn determination to prove him wrong are bountiful - and goddamnit the asshole has a way with the horses. And that asshole? He can’t help but notice that without the busy haze of the city, there’s nowhere for him to hide… but for some mysterious reason (that he insists has nothing to do with her) he no longer feels the need to. 

Slowly, the two nemeses find themselves unwittingly beginning to play for the same team, his intellect and her intuition combining to create an unstoppable force. Sooner than she could have ever thought possible, the ranch then begins to thrive in a way it hasn’t done in years, even while Jake was alive. But as they come to better understand the horses, the land, and each other - both Abby and Marcus will become painfully, exquisitely aware that there might be something else beginning, too.

Something that feels a lot like hope. 

This AU comes with music! Click here for a mix of songs for drinks on the porch, nights of cool country air - and, of course, romps in the hay.

Gary’s Legacy

by: mldrgrl
Rated: PG
Summary: Epilogue

I’m different.  I’ve been different my whole life.  I’ve always known it, and I’m okay with it.  It’s not about my red hair and it’s not about being adopted either.  I realized pretty early on that knowing things without being told and dreaming things that come true and somehow being able to hear the thoughts of someone else doesn’t happen to everyone.  It doesn’t happen to anyone, actually, but it happens to me.

When I knew it was time, I wished my adoptive parents well, got into the truck, and headed east.  I knew exactly where to go.  I don’t know how I know these things and I don’t know why, but the fact is, I know.  I’ve stopped questioning it long ago.

The only thing I don’t know, when I get out of the truck and walk up the long driveway, is what to say.  As I near the porch, the screen door swings open and the tall man steps out first like he’s guarding the door.  The redhead follows, standing so close to him they almost look like one person.  But, there they are.  My parents.  They look a little different than how I dreamed them to be, but my dreams are fifteen years old.  I’d still recognize them anywhere.

For the first time in maybe as long as I can remember, I can’t hear their thoughts as much as I can feel them.  Usually, it comes to me like a murmur or a whisper, and I can concentrate and listen, or I can tune it out.  Whatever they’re thinking, it comes at me as emotion.  Mostly, what I feel is fear - not my own, theirs.  There’s a mixture of hope and disbelief in there as well.

“Who are you?” the tall man asks, his voice like a warning.

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Dutch chickens have been sprayed with the anti lice stuff “fypronil”. This makes their eggs dangerous for human consumption and even though no one has gotten sick yet, and even though it would take only a few weeks for the chickens to recover and have their eggs be eaten again, the government decided to kill about 3 million chickens.

Now we don’t call it killing in Dutch. We say “ruimen” or “opruimen”, which means “cleaning up”.

You don’t clean up 3 million chickens, friend. You murder them because they don’t pay you enough.

Since being rescued, each one of these hens received the medical care, love, respect, and freedom that every individual deserves but never receives in animal agriculture. 

We wouldn’t be able to save this many lives without our adopters.

If you can give a loving, forever home to some of these rescued sweeties (and you live in California), then apply to adopt at 

Canadian ad for Lipton teas, 1896. Lipton was an early adopter of the “farm to table” idea for food production, claiming (sometimes inaccurately) that their tea all came from plantations (euphemistically, ”tea gardens”) that they controlled and of which they ensured the quality.

Daisy (Husband!Taehyung)

Plot: #22: “How do I even put up with you?” + #23: “I said get rid of it.” + #25: “Just don’t buy a goat. I don’t care what you do, just no goats.” with husband!Taehyung

Word Count: 540

A/N: so I feel like I haven’t written for Tae in forever bc in the last series, his part was already done so I wanted to write something for him today, I decided to throw in some vet!Tae, I haven’t written it but I could see him as a lil vet bc he loves animals so much but the link for this is husband!Tae (here)

Taehyung was an animal lover. He loved everything from dogs to hamsters to horses, small animals, big animals, furry animals, feathered animals. If he could give a home to every animal he saw, he would in a heartbeat. He had dedicated so many years of his life to learning how to care for them, how to help them with their injuries, how to make sure they felt as little pain as possible. He did a lot of work with farm animals, working with a local farm that held injured animals until they were fully healed.

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These three rabbits were rescued from a research lab in 2014. Enduring regular, painful experiments before coming to Animal Place, these rabbits are victims of cosmetics that were needlessly tested on animals. 

Rabbits are commonly used in labs to test the safety of makeup, hygiene products, household cleaning products, and medications. 

Condemn animal cruelty through your consumer choices. Be sure to only purchase products that clearly state that they have not been tested on animals.

anonymous asked:

I would love to hear your counter-argument to this. I’m not saying all vegans do this. But like a majority say they do it to save animals. Not contributing to the torture of animals and what not. But are you aware that even if you do that. The animals that you supposedly save still get slaughtered. (I’m sure you are). But i’m curious. I know as well some vegans go to farms. Adopt animals. Do work for the animals and all. But i see mostly vegans who say they save the animals but in reality nope.

“eating fewer or no animals doesn’t mean that animals who would’ve been killed will now live; it means that animals who would’ve been bred into existence to suffer on factory farms will now not be brought into the world and exploited in the terrible ways that are customary in the meat industry. it’s a supply and demand issue. less demand should mean less supply.”
- paul shapiro

5 Reasons to Fall in Love With Her

1. When you realize you’ve never spoken about it, so you decide to ask “Have you seen The Princess Bride?” she looks at you as if she’s almost offended, before tilting her head ever-so slightly. The lilting cadence of her adopted accent as “Oh farm boy” rolls off her tongue is enough to turn you into a puddle at her feet. You’ll hope that your jacket at least lands on top of you as one last act of chivalry.

2. The sheer joy on her face as she shows you the new lip balm she’s purchased, despite it being a shade of pink she’d normally never be caught dead with. You’ll both read the name off at the same time, and the curve of her smile will be enough to send you careening down into a free fall. You’ll hope that your feet never again touch the ground.

3. The thrill of waking up to a text from her informing you that your favorite band has just released a new song. Her excitement rivals yours and the only thing you can think of as you listen to the song is how it will sound live, with her standing in front of you, your hands on her hips, her head leaning back against your chest. You’ll hope this soundtrack to your swaying goes on forever, and that just maybe she’ll turn around for a moment to wrap her arms around you.

4. Sitting across from one another at highest restaurant in the entire city, she’ll slowly sip her drink as her leg softly brushes against yours. She stares at you intently as you spout off whatever bullshit philosophy you’ve cobbled together during your lifetime. The way she engages you and makes you rethink everything, you’ll realize the sun is no longer the center of universe you’re inhabiting. You’ll hope that she lets you stay in orbit forever, marveling at the natural wonder that stardust creates.

5. Standing out in the freezing cold for a cigarette break, “Night Moves” drifts out of the loud speaker. As you shield her from the frigid gust of winder barreling toward the both of you, she softly starts to sing along with Seger. Suddenly it’s the middle of Summer, and you’re absolutely lost in the back seat of some forgotten car, feverish and sweaty, unable to stay away from one another. You’ll hope that she’s there every time you step out into the cold, ready to warm you up and sing you back home.

Imagine: You are Patricia and Otis’ adoptive daughter, and when the farm is taken over by walkers you are devastated by the news that Patricia (your mom) is dead too and you want to go back to the farm and Daryl stops you. Can you make it romantic? Like have Daryl be in love with you.

This story takes place in the last episode of season 2 of The Walking Dead.

You didn’t know who was alive. Everyone separated and you could only hope they were all okay. Millions of questions crossed you mind, they terrorized you and forced you to stop the vehicle you were driving and cry.

What happened to mom?

Am I the only one left?

What if they didn’t make it?

Did Randall cause all that to happen?

If he did, what if he is holding everyone hostage?

Did Daryl, Glenn, Rick, and Shane ever make it back?

Should I go back to the farm?

All your thoughts and sobs were blinding your ability to think straight. The panic of thinking you were completely alone was making you lightheaded, but the next second you managed to get a grip on yourself and a thought came to your mind. Rick was always going on about the highway they lost that little girl in, they were always going back there, maybe if I go and wait there a few minutes I’ll find them.

You started your engine and headed toward the only place you were hoping they were at, that little amount of hope did not stop the tears from overflowing out of your eyes.

The drive took a lot longer than you had expected, mostly because you were avoiding hitting cars that were just abandoned on the side of the road. The spot you were looking for in the highway was coming close and your heart skipped beat when you saw the all too familiar cars parked together in that same spot.

You pulled your car over and ran out of it, Maggie and Beth giving you the warmest hug, a hug much needed. You three were always like sisters, Maggie the oldest, you, and Beth. You smiled and looked around noticing that you were probably the last one to arrive, but the face you were looking for was nowhere in sight, and the looks everyone was giving you weren’t helping.

“Where’s my mom?” You asked, you could feel your bottom lip quivering. You turned to look over at Herschel who was serious and avoiding eye contact with you “Uncle?”

“I’m so sorry honey, she, she didn’t make it.” Maggie broke into tears the minute you let out a loud sob.

“Oh my God! No please no! No! Please not this! Mom!” The pain in your chest only grew by the second. Beth held your hand and Maggie hugged you, your tears and sobs muffled by her chest.

“She’s got a fever.” Maggie placed on of her hands on your forehead.

“Is she bitten?” Carol asked, everyone with the knowledge that having a fever is one of the signs that you have been infected was left to assume such conclusion.

Whatever they said after that didn’t really matter because your vision began to blur and you found yourself hitting the concrete.

You woke up to the sound of everyone arguing. They all seem to be fighting over something with Rick. Actually it looked more like a one-sided argument, because Rick just seemed to be yelling at all of them.

You stood up Daryl being the only one who noticed walked up to you.

“You all right?” He asked, his blue eyes burning through your soul. You had only been caught under their fire once or twice.

“I’m fine. I just need my car keys.” You said reaching for you shoes and placing the on your bear feet.

“For what?” He questioned taking a hold of your arm, realizing he had laid his hands in you after you flinched from the pain of his grasp.

“I’m going to go get my mom.” You said avoiding his eyes.

“Beth said they saw her go down.”

“You don’t understand! If the walkers got her then I can’t just let them finish eating her flesh and leaving her to the bone as if she was a decomposing body. How many people do I have to lose before you guys understand that I am completely alone? I can’t let her become a walker. I just don’t think I can live with the guilt of leaving her there like that. That’s why I have to go back to the farm.” The tears once again beat you before you could even fight them.

“I ain’t gonna let ya go.” The tone of his voice, his thick accent reminding you that not so long ago you were crushing on this man. This man who only worried about his group, this man who had only spoken to you once when he was shot by Andrea and you had to feed him, and only to tell you that he can do all the shit by himself and that he didn’t need a little girl babysitting him.

“Surely to you it doesn’t matter if I go or stay.” You said quietly like a child taking back to their parents silently but he caught every word you said.

“Well what are you gon’ tell Hershel? Maggie? Or Beth? Were you planning on saying anything at all?” He caught you, your plan was only to tell Rick and just walk off, after all no one had a right to stop you.

“What about my mom? She is probably turned by now.” You looked around but noticed everyone was engrossed in the argument to even notice you and Daryl were having an argument of your own.

“You’re right. She probably is turned. So if you go back there you must be prepared to have the memory of your mom trying to eat you be the last thing you remember about her. Cause don’t be stupid to think that she will remember who you were and that she’ll run up to you and hug you. No, the only reason why she will even go near you will be because you look appetizing enough to be dinner.” His word were harsher than your reality, you really didn’t think of it like that, all you thought was that you will see her and just shoot.

“Then what do I do? Do I just sit here and think that some other asshole will do it? What no one ever puts her out of her misery?” You asked. You looked into Daryl’s eyes and saw them softening.

“Her blood won’t be on your hands.” He spoke softly, not like him at all. “You can fight to stay alive because that’s what she wanted for you, and in case it gets too hard, I got your back.”

There on the side of the camp fire, where no one could see you, where no one could hear you, where no one saw Daryl pulling you in for a hug, where everyone was too busy arguing with each other to notice the sweet kiss you an Daryl shared.

Stand Up for Hens

“Depopulation” is the industry term for killing hens when their egg production declines slightly. They either have their throats slit in slaughterhouses or are gassed. 

Pictured are several of the 2,000 lucky hens who we rescued from this unjust fate on July 3rd, and are living at our rescue and adoption center until they are adopted into forever homes. 

(Their feathers look like this because they were molting at the time of the picture)


Baby Goat Friends are Here!

I’m so excited to announce this first batch of adoptable friends!

I absolutely love goats. I think they’re so friendly and cute and often hilarious. But when I went to go look for a plush one to cuddle… There weren’t really many options. Of course there were sheep, but nothing as playful and exciting as a goat. So I made my own!

I created the pattern myself, and after a long process, here they are! They are all stitched by hand, and are all super soft and filed with love.

Come on by my Etsy to adopt one today! c:

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