Tamara, my grandpa was a farmer with sheep. And chickens. I used to spend two weeks at the end of August each summer on his farm. I was the youngest of 13 grandkids, and the only one who LOVED the animals and the farm. I was out with him every day, from when he started at sun-up. I mucked out cages, stalls, helped sheer sheep, collect eggs, screen them, feed and water all the animals, weed the "kitchen" garden (over an acre!), etc.
I wanted to be a farmer's wife. Every once in a while I wanted to be a Vet, but mostly I wanted to be a farmer's wife.
...and I was brought up by very liberal parents, and I was brought up to believe I could be or do anything. But that's what I wanted.
...and I am a financial analyst. LOL!
(Jeanie - now I'm dreaming about that "cat farm!" for unwanted strays and ferals, which we would have spayed and neutered....
Maybe some day I will be a farmer's wife... just not quite the original farm I had in mind.