08/21/2026
đź Farm Shenanigans: The âMoneyâ Situation
Well⊠Iâve officially decided my neighbors probably think Iâve lost my mind.
Because if you live anywhere near us, youâve likely heard me outside yelling:
âMONEY! MONEY! Come here, MONEY!â
And I realized today â while sitting at work â that people probably think Iâm out here trying to catch dollar bills falling from the sky.
So let me clarify before rumors start.
Meet Money Man â my sweet, gentle giant of a bull.
Heâs the supplier of all the beef that has come through our farm for the last four years. He loves back scratches, slow strolls in the pasture, and doing absolutely whatever he wants⊠because heâs over 1,700 pounds and frankly, nobody tells him otherwise.
The other cows stay exactly where theyâre supposed to be.
Money?
Money believes fences are merely suggestions and that he has earned the right to roam wherever his heart desires. And honestly⊠he kind of has. Heâs spoiled rotten and easily my favorite bull weâve ever raised.
But hereâs the hard part.
Money Man will be moving on to new pastures in a few months.
Heâs done his job here, and weâre keeping several of his daughters as replacements. But heâs also become a danger to my kids â not because heâs ever acted aggressive, but because they forget heâs still a bull, and bulls can change in a heartbeat.
The moment I saw my son walk past Money with less than a foot between them, I nearly had a heart attack. That was my sign. We love him, but we canât risk it.
So soon, weâll have an amazing bull available for a good, loving home â someone else can enjoy yelling âMONEY!â across their pasture and watch him magically appear.
Farm life⊠never boring.