(Well, at least, not in Little Hobart Town in the 1820s/30s anyway...)
But the animals I'm really talking about are these:
Turkeys! (and a chook!)
And of course, sheep! Lovely suffolk sheep, born entirely black but when matured have white wool.
I was most disappointed to find these sheep are not much for the wool, much more for the eating. In fact, I ate some the last night I was there (not one of these particular ones though!)
That's the way it is on the farms. All of these animals, except the ducks, were from the farm we stayed on. Despite my having grown up in country NSW, I did not grow up on a farm (there were times when I felt I should tattoo that on my forehead - no, not everyone who grew up in the country lived on a farm!) Mum and Dad did farm though, before I was born, and many of my uncles and aunts were farmers, as well as parents of friends. Even though I know where meat comes from, I still don't quite have that ability to deal in such a practical manner with the getting of the meat from the paddock to the table. Milk and eggs are a bit different, aren't they. Thank goodness for farmers who provide the food for us to eat.
Speaking of which, the milk from the cows from the farm where we stayed (it's a bit like that "There was an old lady who swallowed a fly" song isn't it!) is used to make this cheese:
From the Wicked Cheese company. Next time you are in Tasmania (or a really good cheese shop) buy some! It's from happy cows who frolic in Richmond!!