In July of 2007, I was a single woman living in a small semi-rural town near Nashville with three backyard goats, two dogs, a cat, and half a dozen chickens. I worked as a bookkeeper at a construction company and had no social life. After joining an online dating site, I quickly found that the "city men" I dated turned tail and ran at the first sign of critter poop or finding a sick goat in the dining room.
Then came Bob. He was a finance director by day, but at night he went home to his farm in Lynchburg and his herd of 60 goats! Critter poop was a daily part of his life. It was a match made in heaven.
Driving to work in Nashville every day meant that by the time we arrived home in Lynchburg, many of our chores were done by flashlight. We were bona fide Flashlight Farmers.
We now share our farm with 29 goats, 14 dogs, 7 cats, a large flock of chickens, 4 turkeys, 2 horses, 8 cows and an ever changing group of puppies, kittens, chicks and calves.
Life is good.