If I see a child in town, chances are I know them, their older siblings and their parents.
The chickens cross the road to go to school and see what the kids are doing.
I am one of the first to hear the story of how a young hunter got his or her first deer and admire the pictures (I had to get used to this one).
I have tried deer jerky and liked it… proudly given to me by a student who dehydrated it himself from his first deer.
Our school has a garden that grows enough food (with some donations from local farmers) to host a harvest supper in the fall and feed the community.
I am helping a child knit a sweater… for her chicken.
Little gifts from the earth… a bag of organic vegetables, bunches of wildflowers (sometimes still with roots), a bag of dried herbs…
If I need fresh eggs, chances are I can find a student to purchase them from.
I hear all kinds of adventurous stories about runaway goats, cows, ponies, and of course chickens!
Everyday I get to drive through incredible scenery and watch the transformation from season to season.