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Dream Big

In dreams and in love there are no impossibilities. -Janos Arnay

I thought it might be time to introduce ourselves since we have acquired so many new followers.  If you have been following us from the beginning you might have noticed that Cacia Farms has been many things. We started out when I convinced my husband we would raise meat rabbits on our 1/4 acre lot in our small town. Well 30 some odd rabbits, 3 cats, 3 dogs, and a horse later I convinced my husband to move to a farm. Let me first tell you about my husband Jeff he is the most patient, kind and caring person I know. Jeff puts up with all my dreams which are many and the best part is that he truly believes I am capable of achieving every one of them.

We have been on our 21 acre farm for a year now and we absolutely love it! Our main focus on the farm is the raising of wool sheep. The breed of sheep we raise are called Lincoln Longwools which are a heritage breed. Lincoln’s are a dual purpose breed that produces a fast growing fleeces that has a wide lock and bold crimp. We also have a livestock guardian llama whose job it is to protect the sheep from predators.

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Feels Like Home To Me

Growing up I loved going to visit my family in Oklahoma!  I was most definitely an outdoor kid and loved the time I spent on my grandparents farm.  There was always a certain way that their farmhouse sounded, smelled and felt when I was there.  I moved a lot as a kid and after graduating college I moved back home to Oklahoma.  I will always associate Oklahoma as my home even though I grew up in several states.  Growing up I always knew I would do something with animals for my career and even better If I became a farmer like my Papa Max!  I remember getting to go with him to feed and count cows in the mornings and thinking now this is the life!  Well here I am with my own (smaller) farm here in upstate New York.  Now I’m sure my Papa never imagined and neither did I that I would end up in New York but I wouldn’t change it for the world.  I often think to myself how my farmhouse feels like home to me.  This house sounds like my grandparents farmhouse when the screen door slams and the floorboards creak.  The kitchen seems to smell just like my grandma’s kitchen and all these things make me often think of home.  I often think about my Papa and how he would have loved to hear about my farm and all my animals.  He would probably tell me I spoil them to much and therefore will never make any money but I would tell him I may be poor but I sure am happy here.

Take a risk…

When you come to the edge of all the light you know,
And are about to step off into the darkness of the unknown,
Faith is knowing one of two things will happen:
There will be something solid to stand on,
Or you will learn how to fly.
​~Barbara J winter

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  Being a farmer and especially a woman farmer is a HUGE risk.  I will be the first to say that there are women out there that put me and my tiny farm to shame, I aspire to be more like them.  In an industry and lifestyle that is mainly made up of men, being a female and doing this job is amazing.  We as female farmers are making up more and more of the industry.  We may be small or quiet but we are amazing because we are farmers.  I can’t thank my family enough, especially my husband, for the love and support that they give me.