Minnesota!

dang.
redneck club.
geesh. I really really want in.

ok, here goes:
I have a '94 supercab ford 150, red. Bed is currently loaded with stuff I took out of a falling down shed a couple of months ago. Its parked but does start up nice if you jiggle the key just right while you praying. It is sitting in the poison ivy patch next to a '74 frolic camper I sold to some guy in the cities who has paid but not picked up yet.

I have stacks of old barn tin waiting to build a wood shed with, and the propane tank is rusty with paint peeling.

Right now due to circumstances, which I don't care to explain, my grass is about 12 inches long in the yard, tall enough to hide the chickens when I let them out for supervised roaming (that fox attack that took Grace a couple of weeks ago still makes me cautious).

My coop is a construction trailer, and my bathtub in the house is a 6 foot galvinized stock tank. There isn't a stick of furniture in my house that is less than 50 years old and most of it older than that. My kitchen cabinets, from a farm north of here, have two big old rat holes chewed in them on the bottom from that farm. If you open my frig, you have to shut the freezer because it pops open, and I only have "soft-serve" ice cream because that is as hard as it will get.

My house is small and has only one bathroom, so when the family is up here, say 17-25 people, I tell the boys to head outside to the woods. even when there is snow on the ground at Thanksgiving.

I farmer snort and can barely remember not to do it in public.

My car has 220,000 on it, is 8 years old and has broken struts, so it is a rough rough ride.

If you come over to see me, I'll welcome you with open arms and coffee or whiskey, your choice.
 
dang.
redneck club.
geesh.  I really really want in.

ok, here goes:
I have a '94 supercab ford 150, red.  Bed is currently loaded with stuff I took out of a falling down shed a couple of months ago.  Its parked but does start up nice if you jiggle the key just right while you praying. It is sitting in the poison ivy patch next to a '74 frolic camper I sold to some guy in the cities who has paid but not picked up yet.  

I have stacks of old barn tin waiting to build a wood shed with, and the propane tank is rusty with paint peeling.  

Right now due to circumstances, which I don't care to explain, my grass is about 12 inches long in the yard, tall enough to hide the chickens when I let them out for supervised roaming (that fox attack that took Grace a couple of weeks ago still makes me cautious).

My coop is a construction trailer, and my bathtub in the house is a 6 foot galvinized stock tank.  There isn't a stick of furniture in my house that is less than 50 years old and most of it older than that.  My kitchen cabinets, from a farm north of here, have two big old rat holes chewed in them on the bottom from that farm.  If you open my frig, you have to shut the freezer because it pops open, and I only have "soft-serve" ice cream because that is as hard as it will get.

My house is small and has only one bathroom, so when the family is up here, say 17-25 people, I tell the boys to head outside to the woods.  even when there is snow on the ground at Thanksgiving.

I farmer snort and can barely remember not to do it in public.

My car has 220,000 on it, is 8 years old and has broken struts, so it is a rough rough ride.  

If you come over to see me, I'll welcome you with open arms and coffee or whiskey, your choice.

I think you are in the running for head redneck! Lol excellent!
 
dang.
redneck club.
geesh. I really really want in.

ok, here goes:
I have a '94 supercab ford 150, red. Bed is currently loaded with stuff I took out of a falling down shed a couple of months ago. Its parked but does start up nice if you jiggle the key just right while you praying. It is sitting in the poison ivy patch next to a '74 frolic camper I sold to some guy in the cities who has paid but not picked up yet.

I have stacks of old barn tin waiting to build a wood shed with, and the propane tank is rusty with paint peeling.

Right now due to circumstances, which I don't care to explain, my grass is about 12 inches long in the yard, tall enough to hide the chickens when I let them out for supervised roaming (that fox attack that took Grace a couple of weeks ago still makes me cautious).

My coop is a construction trailer, and my bathtub in the house is a 6 foot galvinized stock tank. There isn't a stick of furniture in my house that is less than 50 years old and most of it older than that. My kitchen cabinets, from a farm north of here, have two big old rat holes chewed in them on the bottom from that farm. If you open my frig, you have to shut the freezer because it pops open, and I only have "soft-serve" ice cream because that is as hard as it will get.

My house is small and has only one bathroom, so when the family is up here, say 17-25 people, I tell the boys to head outside to the woods. even when there is snow on the ground at Thanksgiving.

I farmer snort and can barely remember not to do it in public.

My car has 220,000 on it, is 8 years old and has broken struts, so it is a rough rough ride.

If you come over to see me, I'll welcome you with open arms and coffee or whiskey, your choice.


WOW, You are so redneck, I think you might need an intervention. I need to know what is a "farmer snort'?
 
dang.
redneck club.
geesh.  I really really want in.

ok, here goes:
I have a '94 supercab ford 150, red.  Bed is currently loaded with stuff I took out of a falling down shed a couple of months ago.  Its parked but does start up nice if you jiggle the key just right while you praying. It is sitting in the poison ivy patch next to a '74 frolic camper I sold to some guy in the cities who has paid but not picked up yet.  

I have stacks of old barn tin waiting to build a wood shed with, and the propane tank is rusty with paint peeling.  

Right now due to circumstances, which I don't care to explain, my grass is about 12 inches long in the yard, tall enough to hide the chickens when I let them out for supervised roaming (that fox attack that took Grace a couple of weeks ago still makes me cautious).

My coop is a construction trailer, and my bathtub in the house is a 6 foot galvinized stock tank.  There isn't a stick of furniture in my house that is less than 50 years old and most of it older than that.  My kitchen cabinets, from a farm north of here, have two big old rat holes chewed in them on the bottom from that farm.  If you open my frig, you have to shut the freezer because it pops open, and I only have "soft-serve" ice cream because that is as hard as it will get.

My house is small and has only one bathroom, so when the family is up here, say 17-25 people, I tell the boys to head outside to the woods.  even when there is snow on the ground at Thanksgiving.

I farmer snort and can barely remember not to do it in public.

My car has 220,000 on it, is 8 years old and has broken struts, so it is a rough rough ride.  

If you come over to see me, I'll welcome you with open arms and coffee or whiskey, your choice.



The males in my family prefer any tree to the two functional toilets in the house.


Do they write their names in the snow?
 
MNChicken,

I would love your Delaware rooster, but when I brought up the idea of him living here Ed had a fit. Ed has to approve all new roosters. I even mentioned had Bert not approved him he would not be here, but that made no diff to him.

I think I have a Delaware hen and the thought of baby Delawares is very appealing to me. However, I have not seen my Delaware in several days. I assume she went broody on a stolen nest. BUT she could be "taken" also.


Cluckies I am not sure if you can join the club. Your pipe is kind of fancy. And Dark beer is not allowed! Now you get points for the other things but it is a close call. Would you mind having a few teeth removed by someone or thing other than a dentist?



Now back to chicken things. My Cx's refused to go into their brooder last night. They were all sitting in a clump outside in the run. My wife moved them into the brooder. She got upset at me for no reason, when I asked her "why?".

I figure if they want to be outside let them.

I have had a few problems with my broody BA, again. She refuses to leave the nest. I pull her out and moved her several times a day. I think it might be cold shower/bath day today. I counted hens at Chicken TV time last night, I had 19, I think. the other night I only had 11 in the coop and I got 6 eggs yesterday. I think they are up to tom foolery. I know I have or am suppose to have 26 hens. ( the Delaware was in the missing.)

My guineas have split into two pairs now. I think they finally assassinated the 5th bird. Two are living down by the swamp and road, one of them has a sore foot. The other two are living in the coop. The coop pair came to chicken TV time and chased most the other birds away. JJ chased them away. Which brings up an idea.


I think instead of rock, scissors, paper we should be playing Turkey , chicken, guinea. Everyone knows a chicken beats a turkey, a turkey beats a guinea and a guinea beats a chicken..
 

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