You named your farm WHAT?
That’s the reaction of most people in North Carolina when we tell them the name of our farm in Virginia. But not so in Bland. Legend says this was the name of the property for as long as the old folks could remember. Listening to the turkeys on what is now our mountain peak haven, has been rather common.
This morning we saw a large tom turkey strutting near the forest line. Then we saw this field of hens.
I suppose this makes the name of our farm rather self-explanatory. And it’s a nod to the heritage of the people who first dared to farm here. I think our neighbors appreciate the link to the old from the new comers – us!
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WOW! We don’t see a lot of turkeys here in southeast VA; occasionally we come across some as we travel down a country road.
Just looked up Bland, Va. – we’ll be not too far from you this weekend -in Martinsville for a race.
Aah, beautiful and versatile Virginia! Hope you enjoyed the race. Bland is just laid back and full of old forests and wildlife – Jefferson National Forest. I often say when asked to describe it that is 1950. Love it!
In Illinois, we had turkeys re-introduced to the wild abouta decade ago and they have really taken off. My husband sees them by the railroad tracks all of the time.
Don’t you just love watching them, especially their little wobbly heads when they take off!