A VISIT TO FARM

A VISIT TO FARM

I have always wanted to settle down in the country side, and perhaps have a farm of my own. I have a memorable experience in visiting a farm as a child. I remember the large, thatched house situated above the low leafy fruit tree. The pig-sty was situated at the other end of the orchard and the noisy chicken coop very near it. I remember the dally vigilance kept on the fence enclosing the pig-sty.

Perhaps the proudest of the farm animals were the cocks. In the early house of the morning when I wanted to sleep a little longer, they would perch under my window and crow their loudest.

I wish I could re-live that part of my life. There, lost in a little world of my own, in which these animals of the farm played an important part as villains.