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…

It’s one of hottest summers on record. What in the world are we doing planting seeds and moving animals across the land everyday in this God-forsaken heat?…