Growing up on a farm in Maine, I didn't really think my childhood was that different than anyone else. In fact, the average Mainer has a garden, perhaps some chickens pecking around, maybe even a few sheep or a pig rooting up the dooryard. The local census in Bucks Harbor Maine growing up boasted of 75 residents, give or take a few. So most of my friends ended up being my animals. Each of them has a story of their own to share; some more glorious than others, like Rocky the Rhode Island Red Rooster here:
Growing up on a farm in Maine, I didn't really think my childhood was that different than anyone else. In fact, the average Mainer has a garden, perhaps some chickens pecking around, maybe even a few sheep or a pig rooting up the dooryard. The local census in Bucks Harbor Maine growing up boasted of 75 residents, give or take a few. So most of my friends ended up being my animals. Each of them has a story of their own to share; some more glorious than others, like Rocky the Rhode Island Red Rooster here:
