You know, when I started researching geese, I wanted Pilgrims. Now I'd love a pair of Buffs.Amos said:Well thats quite interesting..
Either she got a crossbred (Embden & brown Chinese, although it doesn't look like it would be from the size) or it is a Pilgrim. A gander Pilgrim at that, they are autosex, females gray with slight white markings on the head, and males are white with gray, just like the one in her picture.
One of each is great if you ask me, unless you were going to breed. Both are good breeds.
I think I'm actually 5th generation on the farm. My great-great-grandfather came from PA and bought the land around 1860, then went off to fight in the Civil War. He bought it from a family that had already established a homestead, but I believe he was only the second owner. When he died, he divided the land between his 3 sons. Approximately 90 acres of the original land is still in the family.keljonma said::How lucky to have family land, even if you are just the second generation.
How very lucky for you. I wanted to purchase family property, (one farm in the family since 1840 and the other since 1890). Unfortunately, I was under 21 at the time and I was informed that I was too young to be legally responsible for land ownership. A long story - the extended family wanted to sell as no one else was interested in farming either property. I had the money for a good down payment at the time, but legalities got in the way. The family thought I was nuts for wanting to farm the land, so they weren't any help.BeccaOH said:I think I'm actually 5th generation on the farm. My great-great-grandfather came from PA and bought the land around 1860, then went off to fight in the Civil War. He bought it from a family that had already established a homestead, but I believe he was only the second owner. When he died, he divided the land between his 3 sons. Approximately 90 acres of the original land is still in the family.keljonma said::How lucky to have family land, even if you are just the second generation.
My neighbor, though, traces his line back to original land homesteaders. There is a lot of history in our little valley. The one-room schoolhouse where my mother attended for first grade before they started busing kids to town still stands and my neighbor maintains it, hoping to restore it someday.
A couple interesting notes about my grandfather. He was born July 4, 1900, and was always called a firecracker, though he was a gentle personality. The newspaper did an article on him in 1976 during the bicentennial. Also, he was born with a deformed right hand. All the bones for fingers were present, but the skin was webbed together. It sort of looked like a claw as some finger nails were visible. Doctors wanted to try cutting the skin when he was a baby, but his parents wouldn't let them. Grandpa accomplished a lot as a farmer even with that hand.