Har har. A "Farm" in Missouri has a thousand acres and would cost one million dollars minimum.
Before you bought so much as a shovel.
Often there's not a house on it.
We make a larger actual profit annually (in terms of nourishing meals eaten) in 30 sq. ft. of sweet potatoes and 5 watermelon plants, but...
So... Then what?
Assuming, that is, that we are wildlife. So let's just go with "life refuge."
We don't even "farm" our yard.
We've still got one old cow and one old donkey.
So we make a little hay each year. Maybe 3 acres of square bales, mixed grass / clover hay.
-- oops. I'll be back later. G came over and gave me an assignment.
Old field invaders.
There is a natural order of progression.
So I mow the easy places, leave enough in the hard places for the critters.
Chica enjoys the walks. She has to wear her work collar to go out of the yard. It's a fine guage "choke" collar, but really it's a "rattle" collar. She gets out of place, I shake her leash, her collar rattles, I make some "mmf" noise...
When I want to take a picture she has to stop too. My camera's mounted on top of my walking staff.
When we get here I'm puffing a little.
So if I die halfway up the hill she knows where to find me.
I can't think of a better way out. --bye.