When I first pulled up the vast gravel driveway a feeling of peace immediately washed over me. I spotted the metal blue heron nailed to a pine tree and chuckled, happens to be one of my favorite birds, and also happens to be the name of the street that the ranch is tucked into.
The irrigation ditch flowed under the road, and the cows roamed openly, the place was nothing less than tranquil.
Once I pulled the car up to the barn, I hesitated. I had read a lot about HartSong on their website, and I’d anticipated the day with excitement, but I knew it would not be without some feelings of sadness.
Read More »