You know you are "Country" when...

[OnlyOrps]

You know you are country when... you're doing chicken chores in your jammies and boots, no matter the weather, and you consider that normal.

I have chore Jammie's and house Jammie's, does that count as country? Lol

 

[TBirdsTheWord33]

I am the same way, I would rather live in a tent or trailer with no water or power on lots of land than in a mansion with neighbors everywhere and no yard. Before you say I'm exaggerating I lived without running water and no power for three years, had to truck water into the farm for animals and I was a happy camper, literally

X2. Couldn't agree more!

 

[rides2far]

You know you're country when you put your hand in your bathrobe & you pull out a bunch of alfalfa leaves. (Yes, I feed in my jammies in the morning).

 

[OnlyOrps]

You know you're country when you put your hand in your bathrobe & you pull out a bunch of alfalfa leaves. (Yes, I feed in my jammies in the morning).

Or when you clean the dryer lint trap and could make a bale of hay out of the contents lol

 

[shortgrass]

Yep, that's country! Is that Big Bird in your avatar? Handsome guy!

Must have missed that... Lol yep, that's Big Bird doesn't his mug just say "kiss me"?

THATS country lol... I have shared germs with more different species than I can count on 2 hands..

And... I've been bit attempting to... But I saddle back up and keep on smoochin

 

[microchick]

When you do laundry and instead of finding loose change in the bottom of the washer, you find assorted screws, nails, washers and barb wire post ties that you have stuffed in pockets during the day.

Thank goodness I haven't found an egg shell minus the contents yet. DH and I both stuff eggs in our pockets if we happen to pass through the barn and check the nesting boxes. So far we have remembered to take them out of our pockets.

 

[BantyChooks]

I have an egg basket, but for some reason, I ALWAYS forget it before going out to the coop in the morning or any time. So, I end up taking the hard route: carrying 6-7 eggs at once, some under my armpits, and having to unlatch the gate and turn the doorknobs to boot. This is an Olympic feat when you're holding a ton of eggs, believe me! Why do I do such weird things?

-Alexandra33

I have done the EXACT SAME THING!!! LOL!!!
You aren't a real farmer until you have done that at least 5 times.....

 

[BantyChooks]

I had another country person moment today.

You know you're country when....

You are out in the yard and find yourself eating an apple, picking pears, carrying a freshly laid egg and chick waterer all at the same time.

-Alexandra33

you really must have 4 hands!!
(ok- if you do really have 4 hands, so do I, none of us are not guilty here of doing just that!)

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

That, in a nutshell, is why I avoid giving chickens baths at (almost) ALL COSTS.

 

[chiques chicks]

When you were growing up, the right of passage was your hunting licence, not driving licence. You'd been driving tractor since you were eight, the car was easier, it had less controls and steered easier.

 

[rides2far]

When you were growing up, the right of passage was your hunting licence, not driving licence. You'd been driving tractor since you were eight, the car was easier, it had less controls and steered easier.

Oh, my gosh, yes. When I was little - 6 or so, my dad would put me in the cattle truck, put it in the granny gear & let me steer around while he threw hay to the cows. I could totally drive by the time I was 10!