Goose Hollow Farm 

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About Us

Hello, I am Robbie McCrory, owner of Goose Hollow Farm. I first started out with birds and animals with three chickens and a 10 gallon aquarium at the age of 12.  At the age of 15, I began working for Mr. Larry Brazil on what was known as "The Bird Farm".  I never knew that so many different types of birds existed.  Cranes, swans, ducks, parrots, zebu cattle, and miniature donkeys were all fascinating to a 15 year old country boy.  I worked for Larry for 8 years full time and then began a career in real estate.  After 9-11, I went into Emergency Medical Services as an EMT and worked for the local ambulance service for five years either on an ambulance or as a dispatcher.  I stayed in close contact with Larry and eventually began calling him every night to check on him as his health was starting to fail.  I got married to Candy, a city girl, in 1998 and thought my plans for country living were a thing of the past.  After my daughter Ashley was born in 2001, we moved from the city and things grew from there.  I began collecting peafowl, pheasants, and several types of chickens.  On June 6, 2008, my path hit a crossroads.  I went to help Larry get a peacock out of his crowned crane pen that morning and found him suffering from a major stroke.  He lived until July 13, 2008 after being at home on hospice for just two short days.  The day he passed away he asked me to buy his farm and I now continue his work.  I left EMS on October 28, 2008 and began a full-time career as a farmer!  This proved to be a good decision because shortly after I left EMS I lowered my blood pressure and cholesterol.  I got taken off prescription medicine and have been doing fine since. I have since begun to rebuild and restock the farm to its original splendor.  With the help of God, my friends, and my family, I am slowly getting there.  I am an assistant chief on the Tremont Volunteer Fire Department and serve on the Town of Tremont's Board of Aldermen. I hope you enjoy the web site and any questions or comments are welcome!  Thanks for visiting and come see us.


Farm History



Larry S. Brazil  3/5/1931 to 7/13/2008

Goose Hollow Farm was started by the late Larry Brazil in the early 1970's.  At one time during his ownership, he had accumulated the largest waterfowl collection in the Southeast United States.  He was one of the first aviculturalist to breed Red-breasted geese and Ross's geese south of the Mason-Dixon line.  He collected cranes (Sarus, East African Crowned , Paradise, Lilford, and Sandhill) ducks, swans, geese, pheasants, and everything in between.  He had a large collection of parrots (macaws, cockatoos, amazons, pionus, African greys).  He raised ratites, deer, and had a passion for plants (especially orchids and daylilies).  His favorite bird was the Victorian Crowned Pigeon and he bragged for years after raising some!  When he died in 2008, he still had a few birds and a greenhouse full of orchids and other exotic plants. He taught me how to graft fruit trees and also how to turn the fruits of the vine into wine!  He had a great love of the outdoors and was a master deer and turkey hunter. His legacy lives on in Goose Hollow and I hope he looks down every once in a while and smiles.  He was a great friend to many and is missed terribly.  He was very knowledgeable and shared this knowledge freely with anyone willing to learn. He taught me volumes in animal husbandry and instilled a love of flora and fauna that I hope to pass on to the next generation.  His memory is alive and well and his knowledge still rings true at Goose Hollow Farms. The following poem was written in memory of Larry by a friend, Lynn Cox, of Smithville, MS.


Goose Hollow

There is a place called Goose Hollow
Not a farm nor a zoo
Animals everywhere there is a cockatiel or two
Swans colors of black and white
Mallards, wood ducks, and purple martins, one by one, take flight
Couple of ostriches, white tail deer, honeybees polinate that old apple tree
Acorns for squirrels, blueberries for you and me
A peacock sings his morning song
An old turkey walks the corn field, his beard full and long
I knew the man who lived there at Goose Hollow for so long
When the doctors gave him the bad news
He said, My only request is take me home
If you ever stop in that neck of the woods
You can listen for the honk of an old gander goose as he does his fly by
Goose Hollow
A good place to live
And not a bad place to die

 


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