Forrest Pritchard is a full-time sustainable farmer and New York Times bestselling author, holding a BA in English and a BS in Geology from William & Mary. Smith Meadows, his farm, was one of the first “grass finished” operations in the country, and has sold at leading farmers’ markets in Washington DC for nearly two decades. Pritchard's first two books received starred reviews from The Washington Post, Publishers Weekly, Library Journal and NPR, and his latest book is set to debut in 2018.

9 responses to “How I Became Old MacDonald”

  1. Warren Howell

    Excellent writing, Forrest. I’m delighted to hear you’ve written a book. I’ll look for it next spring. Hope you and your family are well.

  2. Emmy

    This was wonderful to read. So true! I’ve been to your farm and it is beautiful. I am grateful that my children have actually heard real life cows, chickens and such and not only seen them illustrated in plastic. Thanks for taking the time to share your words with us.

  3. JKG

    This was delightful — well written and gently but pointedly on target.

  4. Susan Lucas

    Nicely done Forrest! As part of your appreciative community, I thank you for all you do and am happy to recommend your wonderful food to everyone I know.

    Will you continue to have farm day, when parents and others can come and see Farmer MacPritchard’s farm?

  5. Mary Kathryn Burbank

    Forrest, I love your blog, and love that you have a book coming out! And, I still proudly display my 4-H pin from so many years ago.

  6. Kim Brown

    Nice to meet you Farmer Pritchard! You’re living the life we dream of! We’re fairly rural (never rural enough!) and my husband does some gardening, but we’d love to expand. I’m disabled and can’t currently help out – which upsets me. I need knee replacements and I suffer from Fibromyalgia. My husband works full time and lots of overtime, too, and he just can’t do all the work around here that he wants to. We’ve got 3 acres, which sounds like a lot to some folks, but it’s all sloped with hundreds of springs bubbling up from the ground, making it too wet for most crops. The woods around us shade us too much, as well as the problem we have of being situated on the wrong side of the hill, and so the sun sets an hour or so earlier than we’d like! Sure wish we could find that dream farm soon! It would be a most enjoyable ‘hobby’ when retirement time comes.

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