Jackson
Sometimes you don’t know what you're missing in your life, until it runs up behind you and headbutts you behind your knees.
Morgan’s farm was like a wonderland to me. We were supposed to be there on a sort of mini vacation, but I wanted to get my hands dirty. Morgan’s normal farm hand was away, so it only seemed natural that we all pitched in to do the work. Ray was a little less enthusiastic, so I left him behind to cook scrumptious things while I went bouncing across the farm in the old pickup truck, with a dozen bleating goats crammed in the back. I filled water troughs and turned compost piles and collected eggs from the hens. I quickly learned to leave the broody hen alone, after she pecked all the skin off from my knuckle.
Morgan was a sweet and patient teacher, answ
