Back in the day around here was a guy who used to haul his pigs to the sales barn in the back seat of his car, well the area, he removed the back seat, then he would stop at the corner bar and leave the pigs sitting there, now that's country.
Follow along with the video below to see how to install our site as a web app on your home screen.
Note: This feature may not be available in some browsers.
We aren't exactly country, but we have some urban farms in our area. Pulled into Fred Meyer, and the prius next to me ( yes, prius), had a bale of hay in the front passenger seat and somehow, three in the back seat! I was laughing too hard to grab my phone fast enough to get a pic before the driver started to leave. Gotta love Washington!
Been there, done that, got the T-shirt.
That loose straw is a 'b****' to get out of your car's carpet!
Everyone at tractor supply knows your name and half of them have your phone number memorized from your frequent purchases.
Any trip to tractor supply doubles in time because the employees consider you a friend to talk to.
I don't think I've ever been as dirty as I was today, having both cleaned the coop and bathed two chickens. That must be part of being country!
It had to have been around 90 degrees today with very high humidity and blazing sun, so I was sweating badly. My White Rock sprayed me head to toe with muddy, soapy water, and I had dirt smeared all over my shirt from where she had been against me. A combination of bedding dust, both dirty and clean, clung to my damp skin in an itchy and uncomfortable coating, and my wet feet felt like pincushions from all the pine shaving splinters sticking to the bottoms. Then somehow runny duck poop was flung up my shins, creating smears everywhere, not to mention that I had accidently hit myself with a poopy snow shovel more than once. Needless to say, I took a shower!
-Alexandra33