Posted August 8, 2019
Growing up, some of my fondest memories were our trips out to the farm to visit my grandparents. Being from the Ottawa area, a short 30-minute drive from our front door was all it took to find yourself in a different landscape. Tall buildings and residential housing was replaced with green soybean fields, golden cobs of corn seated on tall stalks, and beautiful old barns lining the highway. I remember sitting in the backseat with my brother, full of excitement, as I repeatedly said “Did you see those cows Jake?”
As a kid, the farm opened up my eyes to a new world of wonder when it came to animals, and, ultimately, where my love of animals developed. My mom grew up on a...
