Tragedy has struck Chris Pratt, who in the grand tradition of people with money to burn owns a farm where he photographs animals and occasionally play-acts as an agrarian. In the actor’s accounting, he dreams of spending a “lot of time at the farm and a lot of time catching a lot of fish and seeing lots of sunsets;” in practice, Pratt and his wife appear to mostly Instagram themselves holding a lot of baby sheep. According to Pratt’s wife, Katherine Schwarzenegger, the couple doesn’t live on their Washington State property full-time; that hasn’t stopped Pratt from creating intimate bonds with the animals raised there.
Recently, Pratt wrote on Instagram about a surprise calf born on the farm: “ARE YOU READY FOR A MIRACLE?” he asked. But as the circle of life progresses unabated, for every miracle of life there is also the ceaseless march of entropy and death: It appears Prince Rupert, Pratt’s favorite ram, has gone to the great celebrity vanity property in the sky. Pratt writes:
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