Addition to "You know you're a country gal if . . .

[bg]

Oh, I know I am a country girl when I think chicken poop is so great that I spend hours scraping it up for my garden . Well raising Roos for meat and listening to 49 ROOs under my window in the morning that goes on for two hours or more without getting my shot gun out tells me a lot. I wouldn't take this kind of abuse from anyone or anything else. Annoying, you have no idea, love them, they all have their own special personality, they just can't help themselves. For from a city, close to God and Nature, wouldn't have it any other way. You know your a country girl when you go out into the hailing rain, in a dark and miserable night , just to make sure all is fine in the coup.You either hate it or love it, there is no middle ground here.

 

[BunnyMomma]

You know your a country gal when you take a picture of a frizzle cochin to the hair dresser and say "Can you make my hair look like this?":

 

[Iowa Roo Mom]

...you're counting down the days for deer season (6 days)

...you have a pocket knife in your glove box

...you carry a folding saw in your trunk during the winter just in case you see a dead buck on the side of the road

...you would rather have a giftcard from Cabella's or TSC

...your arrow wraps say, "Silly boys, bows are for girls!"

...you want your SO to try your family recipe for raccoon, and he humbly declines

...you refuse to live in town because you will walk outside in your underwear (or less) at least once this year to shoot something.

 

[missred871]

when you get home from night shift at dawn and the first thing you do is change into your pjs and slippers and grab the 12 gauge, get on the golf cart and ride over to the hunting property next door and bag a buck or a hog..... hahahahaha I did it. I admit it....

when your coops are made out of recycled/re-used/refurbished materials... such as siding, dog kennels, walls, old signs, and tarps you cut the bad places out of.....



when you cannot under any circumstance go a day without candling an egg (I know its against the rules.... but I am a rebel lmao)


when you have to use your dog to catch all the quail that just flew out of the door you accidently left open when you turned your back for more water....


when your duck thinks he is the boss and refuses to listen to you unless you change the water in the pool



when you are so excited about the fuzzy butts in the brooder you cant help but tell everyone you see (literally)


when you just got a pedi and decide to go in the duck pen with flip flops on


when someone tells you that you are crazy for plying with farm animals and you tell them where they can go.... haha

when someone says that your birds could carry disease and you tell them the coops are cleaner than your house


when your coops and pens ARE cleaner than your house


when you have a house chicken...quail....duck....pigeon etc

your favorite watchdog is a guinea

your mom buys you ducklings for easter

you get up in the middle of the night just about every night with the shotgun in hand to see if the dog is barking at the fox thats after your birds....

you deal with that fox....humanely....

well thats plenty to add hope you all get a few chuckles from it anyway!

 

[missred871]

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Uh, yah.... here too. Just ask my poor, traumatized neighbors.

My neighbor's are 3 miles away, lucky them! Although I did get busted a couple of weeks ago, sort of. I got out to the coop in my nightie, then I heard voices. Apparently the neighbor kids had been hired to clean out a grain bin just on the other side of the coop. I had to sneak back in to the house, just as their Dad pulled in to the yard

well i dont feed in the mornings with just my undies a shirt a boots but I do run out into the yeard in the middle of the night that way.... I have a few neighbors that might see it in the day time.... ew..... lol..... but night time is free game...