We Barry’s have Irish ancestors. I also own a farm with the first name of Stout. Heck, I was even born in Shamrock Texas! So yesterday, on St. Patrick’s Day 2025, when I was a lot more than “pinched” by a crazy white horse…

I have not been newly diagnosed with some horrible illness nor do I have a death wish. I promise.

I do realize though, that death has played a part in my last couple of personal posts. Maybe it’s because I feared death…

I’m a slow learner. I’ve been a regenerative farmer and rancher for just south of eight years. I am just now starting to get it.

Why won’t the cows stay behind their electric fences when we are thirty minutes from moving them…

It’s been a hard week on the farm. We have had unexpected losses in our cow, goat, chicken, pig and even dog families. The immense rain over the last twenty-four hours hasn’t helped.

I am pretty sad, especially about our dog Cafe Ole’…

The sun hasn’t come up today yet, but the sunrise yesterday was extraordinary!

With that sunrise as a kick-starter, we immediately began…

It’s Christmas morning 2025 and yet it’s a strange one for our usually “all in” family. We did not put up any Christmas lights on the farm this year. We did not put up any reindeer decorations…