Sometimes it’s easier to trust animals than humans, Bud shared. Today it was reversed for me (city gal) as I ran from Wyatt, the sweetest Texas Longhorn who lives on Comanche Hill Farm in Bridgewater.
We were introduced to the farm, Bridgewater Land Trust and Bridgewater by a kind man named Bud who has farmed here since 1972. He and his late wife named the farm an Indian name based on the three mountains in the distance colloquially referred to as the three sleeping Indians.
He laughed as he drove us around in his Gator and described to this NYC gal (me) the difference between a steer (Wyatt) and a bull (Parker), where the hay comes from and what a yoke is. We also met Smoke the Persian cat.
We were fortunate enough to then meet Steve, who owned the farm next door as a thunderous storm started to appear and I felt like I was in the Wizard of Oz as the bales of hay started to swirl.
We can’t wait to return as there was so much more to see in this lovely town with awesome farms and views. But most importantly it was the kind people willing to share the lands tills and toils.
Thank you Bud for welcoming a city girl into the “boonies” 😉
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