Internet-based snark since 2007.
Urban farmland? Bit of an oxymoron there, don’t you think, Moata? Mayhaps, pedantic reader. Mayhaps. Then again, I’m not quite sure what else to call my hometown given the odd spate of random livestock appearances we’ve been having.
One of the great things about living in the burbs is that you get a little patch to call your own. A small oasis of privacy and calm away from the glare of your fellow citizens. A bit of unkempt backyard and a deck in need of staining to call one’s own, if you will.