Jack, the patriarch of this farm sits on his perch, his favorite spot on the farm. I figured that he’s maybe 16 years old. My grandmother got him from the humane society shortly after my grandfather passed away in 2000. Jack was already 2 years old at that time. He lived indoors with my grandmother until her death in 2008. My dad forced him to survive outside when the house sat vacant. He has survived outside ever since.