A Pound of Flesh
So I bought a farm. Like, a for real working horse ranch. It wasn't planned, the deal just happened to present itself and was too good to pass up. I jumped on it like I tend to do, all four feet, all at once. Honey was feeling more cautious about it but he could see all the potential. After some careful negotiation and some liquidation on our part, we dove in. There's a massive part of me that wants to quantify everything I want to say...but I need to just put this out there without the justifications and explanations. A few weeks back I witnessed a bit of family reality. One of Honey's quarter horses was ill and we didn't know. We'd bought feed about a month prior and didn't really notice that she was in a declined state. She seemed lean but not unhealthy. Fast forward to his father coming to him angry and disgusted believing that the horses were not being properly fed. We go out to the field to discover that she was in very bad sha...