I am a young adult trying to pursue a life led in simplicity, yet hard work. What I’m talking about is my dream “job”, a self-sustainable farmer. I’m talking about old-school, living off the land and kicking all of those harmful chemicals to the curb. This include everything, from shampoos to toothpaste, types of animals to homemade feed (psst… without the corn, soy and antibiotics!) and leftovers to making money. I’ll include it all. How do I know what I’m talking about? Much of my family has grown up living on farms or ranches in some way or another. After speaking to great-grandparents and consulting with friendly farmers, reading books dedicated to natural living, and even discussing certain ideas with veterinarians and licensed animal rehabilitation/rescue centers, I’ve come up with a large amount of information that just needs to be shared to the public. Since many people nowadays don a computer or iPad rather than a newspaper or paper book (not the eBook kind), I’ve decided to go the blogging route.
Now, who exactly am I?
My name is Kylie and I was born in the freezing, cold winter in Fairbanks, Alaska. My parents lived there a few months more and then moved to Oregon, where a much milder climate greeted us. I’ve moved to roughly 10 different houses, but only 8 different cities and have found solace in caring for animals, a skill I definitely have a knack for.
When I was 16, I was raped by my boyfriend and became pregnant soon there after. After being forced to give my daughter up for adoption and barely making it through senior year, I was at a loss. I didn’t know what to do with my life. I had just gone through a traumatic event that most people never had to deal with, and I was finding it harder and harder to keep my head up. So, I bought myself my first pet. I had a bearded dragon at this time, but he was half-owned by my parents. I wanted something that was mine. So after convincing my parents to let me have another animal, I became the sole owner of one purebred, Flemish giant, fawn rabbit. I named her Mable.
This event spurred my movement towards having a healthier, and more fulfilling, life. I agree that buying an animal simply because you’re feeling sad isn’t right, but I’m not like most people. Most people will take a quick look at, for example, a green iguana at the pet store and glance at their care sheet, determine whether or not they have enough room in their house, and then take them home within a few days. It’s just a spontaneous, and deadly, decision. For me, I took three months to decide on what kind of animal I wanted. I discovered that rabbits are probably one of the hardest, and most rewarding, animal to keep. Where most people would have shied away from the, then, 10 lb. demon-like creature attempting to bite my toes until there were more puncture wounds in that one spot than there had ever been on my entire body, I devotedly tended to her and gave her anything she wanted. If she wanted me out of the way, I moved. If she didn’t like a certain smell on my clothes, I changed. I did everything it took to gain her trust and love, and it finally paid off. The trust that she has in me is incredible, and I don’t want to let her down.
Without further ado, I suppose this blog is dedicated to my daughter, Josephine, and my adopted “daughter”, Mable.