Husband got to play Rifleman last Friday

[scooter147]

I go out in the summer in my boxers and flip flops all the time. My other half gets mad at me. She says what if the neighbors see you and call the cops? First of all the neighbors would have to be using binoculors to see the fact that I have on boxers and not shorts and second if they want to look and then call the cops fine. What's the difference between my button fly boxers and the $5 shorts you can buy at a discount store? only the fact that I can get 3 pair of boxers for $5.

 

[michickenwrangler]

We're in Michigan. Even in summer we're wearing pants instead of shorts. Plus, DH is a little self-conscious about his legs, he had a botched knee surgery so he has some big surgical scars as well as a few weird veins and since they don't get sun, they're rather pale.

No other alarms from other creatures at least. There's a hawk that's frustrated because it can't get at the chickens and our dog is frustrated because she can't catch a big black squirrel that raids our bird feeder, but all is well here

 

[Brunty_Farms]

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I'm just givin ya a hard time, your husband can do whatever the heck he wants..... Good luck with that hawk, those are my biggest problems. Lately we have had bald eagles flying around which is very unusual.

 

[Minniechickmama]

I would be asking why is DH in the house drinking coffee in his skivies while you are out milking and chasing down varmints?

 

[sarahsark]

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Sounds like something I'd have to say to my hubby.

michickenwrangler, thank goodness you caught the coon before it could harm your birds!

 

[michickenwrangler]

Because all the animals: hens, goats, dog and horse are all "your" projects, he tells me. It's a little like a parent telling their son/daughter "as long as YOU take care of the puppy ..."

It doesn't matter. The important thing is that I have my critters and garden and orchard.

BTW, the rooster and our buckling are "his." Everything else is female and I think it's his way of "male bonding"

Brunty, we have bald eagles around us too. We're on a clean river and have a clean spring-fed pond so the eagles and osprey LOVE our fish Luckily, we have balsam firs and white cedar in the chicken run and we have the branches trimmed so that they provide a lovely covering for the run, raptors can't get through the branches. A starving one may try, but it would make enough noise that the chickens would run for cover.

 

[Royd]

Poor coon...First, he gets nailed by a porcipine, then, sprayed by a skunk...After that, he develops lead poisoning...At least, his final thought wasn't, "Geez, couldn't the guy have, at least, put some pants on?"

 

[Rare Feathers Farm]

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[Minniechickmama]

Actually, I was just being cheeky. If we had animals to milk, I would be doing it myself since my DH is a city boy moved to the country and I grew up on a farm with a variety of animals. I take care of the chickens and rabbits that we do have with a little help from the kids and DH will help on request. I can't complain, he brings home the paycheck and has to endure the hardships of achieving that nasty task.

One less coon on the Earth isn't going to hurt anything and you guys probably did him a favor by ending his torment.

 

[michickenwrangler]

I grew up in the suburbs but since I was always taking riding lessons as I was a horse crazy kid, I was always around stalls and pitchforks and hay and stuff. My mother used to spend her summers on the family farm and my grandma grew up on one, so we've got the farm thing in our female line. Well, my maternal grandfather is the son of immigrants from Poland and his mother never trusted these "American grocery stores" such as they were in 1930s, so she used to go out to the country to get her dairy products, pigs, chickens and turkeys, and bought them live and great-grandpa slaughtered them as needed. All this on a city lot in Detroit. It wasn't until the 1970s when zoning, age and suburbs interrupted that great-grandma finally gave up her "feed-lot" practice. She died shortly after I was born so I never had a chance to know her. Grandpa is one of 4: the first to died in their early 90s, the youngest daughter is alive and well at 92 wonderfully lucid and good-natured, and grandpa the youngest is still holding on at 83.

Even though I was a suburb kid, I guess I've got farming in my blood.