We've lived in rural Lincoln for three years and still had not come up with a name for the property. At least for now, we are calling our home "Foxtail Farm." People are always asking what we grow on the land; I reply "weeds and foxtails." I mentioned this to Kerry one day and he came up with "Foxtail Farms." So for now that's the name. Included in the blog is a picture of foxtails stuck to fabric. They are insidious. Vets get rich in the summer months in California removing them from various parts of cats and dogs. My first golden retriever, Molly, got one in her ass which required surgery. She also had them in her ears. Emily got them between her toes where they would form abscesses. Even though we like "Foxtail Farms" we are open to other suggestions.
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