A call to Polyface Farm leads to an email exchange with Joel Salatin, who then asks the speaker to write the foreword for his upcoming book. The speaker moves from admiring Salatin's work to being directly invited to contribute to it.
I called Polyface Farm, that's his farm, and I said, "May I speak to Joel?" Shit. "May I speak to Joel?" And, "Well, he's not here, but you just email him at this email." I'm like, "Okay, okay, okay." Spent an hour writing this email that he could read in less than a minute. And then we saw him reply in our inbox. Afraid to open that. We asked for an hour, he said he would give us 2 hours. Fast forward to, I think it was, End of 2019. Joe Salatin emails, wants me to write the foreword to his book. What? How did this happen? How did I go from reading these books and admiring and wishing he'd be my uncle to, "Will you please write the foreword?"
If I had to start my Homestead all over again, it could only pick one animal… 
