A family, a field, who found us.
Tansi Family Farm Oasis is run by two people, a stubborn border collie, and the residents themselves. This is how it started — and what we believe.
None of it was a plan. Every animal arrived because somebody, somewhere, didn't know what else to do. A 4-H project gone home. A petting-zoo retiree. A bottle lamb whose mother had died.
We stopped pretending it was a garden. We learned to trim hooves and float teeth and tube-feed a fading kid at two in the morning. We learned that pigs are funnier than dogs and that geese hold grudges across seasons.
Today the farm is small, deliberately so. We don't take in more than we can love by name. Every resident has a file, a favorite scratch, and a place to die warm when it's their time — which is, in the end, the whole point.
Three quiet rules.
Know them by name.
We cap intake at what we can personally care for. No anonymous herd.
Sanctuary, not stock.
No breeding, no selling, no using. They retire here and they stay here.
Tell the truth.
Open books, open gate. We post our budget, our losses, and our wins.
Help us keep the gate open.
Every bale of hay, every vet visit, every fence post — it all comes from people like you who believe these animals are worth the trouble.