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Had a friend of mine visit me today, she brought me a halloween sweat shirt, and carrots for the burros, llama and goats, dont know if she came to see me or the animals.
You know you live on a farm when:
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You know you live on a hobby farm when:
You have a good pair of galoshes (to wear to the feedstore), a dirty pair for your own yard and a fancy pair you can't bear to wear out back, so they've become house slippers! Also, your Zappos Wish List includes new galoshes.
When you yanked out the carpet in the house because its just not worth messing with that dang shampoo'er one more time.
You know to wear a hat in the chicken coop when you go out to sing them a lullaby before locking them up at night because some of your chickens get really high up in the rafters.
You've found yourself cruising yard sales for things to turn into a chicken coop, brooder, accessories for your coop or a new pen.
You mother buys your husband a kazoo for his birthday to help him bring in the ducks for the night. (yes she did and yes he did!)
The Animal Control Officer calls you for advice on livestock. Then brings you whatever they seized to take care of.
When you've chosen to rescue the calico kitten from an abandoned litter because you heard they make really good barn cats.
When you've taken a male Basset Hound to the vet to be treated for Nurser's Nipple because the new calico kitten thinks he's Mamma and he's amenable to the idea. Plus: He housebroke her in a week!
When you've bought one of those claw-ended-stick-tool-thingees to pick up all the rats and mice your new calico cat has killed for you, and praise her enthusiastically every time she does.
When you have made up a cat bed in the chicken coop because the barn cat likes sleeping in there with the chickens and their infrared heat lamps in the Winter.
The local feedstore calls you when customers ask for advice on chickens or when you get called once a month to teach Chicken 101.
When your Border Collie is as good at rounding up ducks as she is chasing chickens out of the house through the dogdoor. Note: She's also good at getting them off the back porch.
When your favorite chicken (Scarlett, a RIR) attacks the front door in frustration when you haven't fed the front yard cat yet in the morning because she wants first dibs. And you've calmed down visitors who thought the cops were storming the house from the racket.
When people come to visit they know to honk their horn in the driveway because you're out back where you can't hear the doorbell.
When you get asked by the cashier at the Commissary if that's a good catfood brand and you shrug and reply "Dunno, but the chickens sure do like it!"
When you know you've got company because the ducks are maniacally quacking and the Basset Hounds are hollering.
When you have used your car's bumper to push the neighbor's loose dog home. When you call Dispatch to report it's loose again, they remark "Hiya, honey, how's the chickens? Are you armed?"
When you keep Poultry Penicillin in your refrigerator door, right next to your own Insulin. And God help you if you mix up those syringes!
When the neighborhood kids find a pot belly pig loose in the neighborhood, assume its yours and helpfully put it back in your yard. You didn't have a pig that morning. You do now.
When your neighbors bring over buckets of their apples to feed your flocks and rabbits.
When your Basset Hound doubles as a brooder when you're cleaning them out.
When you have discussed getting goats with someone at a religious service.
When only you know that fancy cutting board was used to process last Fall's drakes.
When you can drive around the neighborhood and see your chicks and ducklings growing up at their new homes!
When the neighbors beg you not to pen up the ducks/rabbits/chickens because its free entertainment for them.
When you've swapped chickens for an entertainment center (Yes, I did - tonight!). Then started making plans to turn the old one into a grow out hutch for the Silkies.
When you've turned your husband's favorite antique into an incubator and entered the write up and pictures into a BYC contest. (Note, you didn't win)
When you have a brooder bra in your lingerie drawer you're never getting rid of. Even if your boobs don't really fit in it anymore.
When on a drive into town, you're on the lookout to see who just got chickens or built another chicken coop.
When you've "procured" abandoned traffic cones because they'd make great processing cones next Fall.
When your husband is busy rescuing folks in Japan after the Tsunami, you're secretly wondering if he can priority mail you some really exotic fertilized eggs when things quiet down.
When you drive the long way home from town so you can drive by your dream farm. *one day*
When your brother-in-law spends his vacation re-roofing your rabbit pens because your husband is on deployment somewhere out in the Pacific.
When you've talked your husband into re-enlisting in the Navy for the sake of the Silkies.
You've said:
Get that pig off the ottoman!
Get that pig off my planters!
We're getting that pig neutered next payday!
Honey, wouldn't that make a great chicken coop?
Honey, I need another chicken coop!
Honey, don't let the Basset lick your face, he groomed the rooster's butt today!
You have a good pair of galoshes (to wear to the feedstore), a dirty pair for your own yard and a fancy pair you can't bear to wear out back, so they've become house slippers! Also, your Zappos Wish List includes new galoshes.
When you yanked out the carpet in the house because its just not worth messing with that dang shampoo'er one more time.
You know to wear a hat in the chicken coop when you go out to sing them a lullaby before locking them up at night because some of your chickens get really high up in the rafters.
You've found yourself cruising yard sales for things to turn into a chicken coop, brooder, accessories for your coop or a new pen.
You mother buys your husband a kazoo for his birthday to help him bring in the ducks for the night. (yes she did and yes he did!)
The Animal Control Officer calls you for advice on livestock. Then brings you whatever they seized to take care of.
When you've chosen to rescue the calico kitten from an abandoned litter because you heard they make really good barn cats.
When you've taken a male Basset Hound to the vet to be treated for Nurser's Nipple because the new calico kitten thinks he's Mamma and he's amenable to the idea. Plus: He housebroke her in a week!
When you've bought one of those claw-ended-stick-tool-thingees to pick up all the rats and mice your new calico cat has killed for you, and praise her enthusiastically every time she does.
When you have made up a cat bed in the chicken coop because the barn cat likes sleeping in there with the chickens and their infrared heat lamps in the Winter.
The local feedstore calls you when customers ask for advice on chickens or when you get called once a month to teach Chicken 101.
When your Border Collie is as good at rounding up ducks as she is chasing chickens out of the house through the dogdoor. Note: She's also good at getting them off the back porch.
When your favorite chicken (Scarlett, a RIR) attacks the front door in frustration when you haven't fed the front yard cat yet in the morning because she wants first dibs. And you've calmed down visitors who thought the cops were storming the house from the racket.
When people come to visit they know to honk their horn in the driveway because you're out back where you can't hear the doorbell.
When you get asked by the cashier at the Commissary if that's a good catfood brand and you shrug and reply "Dunno, but the chickens sure do like it!"
When you know you've got company because the ducks are maniacally quacking and the Basset Hounds are hollering.
When you have used your car's bumper to push the neighbor's loose dog home. When you call Dispatch to report it's loose again, they remark "Hiya, honey, how's the chickens? Are you armed?"
When you keep Poultry Penicillin in your refrigerator door, right next to your own Insulin. And God help you if you mix up those syringes!
When the neighborhood kids find a pot belly pig loose in the neighborhood, assume its yours and helpfully put it back in your yard. You didn't have a pig that morning. You do now.
When your neighbors bring over buckets of their apples to feed your flocks and rabbits.
When your Basset Hound doubles as a brooder when you're cleaning them out.
When you have discussed getting goats with someone at a religious service.
When only you know that fancy cutting board was used to process last Fall's drakes.
When you can drive around the neighborhood and see your chicks and ducklings growing up at their new homes!
When the neighbors beg you not to pen up the ducks/rabbits/chickens because its free entertainment for them.
When you've swapped chickens for an entertainment center (Yes, I did - tonight!). Then started making plans to turn the old one into a grow out hutch for the Silkies.
When you've turned your husband's favorite antique into an incubator and entered the write up and pictures into a BYC contest. (Note, you didn't win)
When you have a brooder bra in your lingerie drawer you're never getting rid of. Even if your boobs don't really fit in it anymore.
When on a drive into town, you're on the lookout to see who just got chickens or built another chicken coop.
When you've "procured" abandoned traffic cones because they'd make great processing cones next Fall.
When your husband is busy rescuing folks in Japan after the Tsunami, you're secretly wondering if he can priority mail you some really exotic fertilized eggs when things quiet down.
When you drive the long way home from town so you can drive by your dream farm. *one day*
When your brother-in-law spends his vacation re-roofing your rabbit pens because your husband is on deployment somewhere out in the Pacific.
When you've talked your husband into re-enlisting in the Navy for the sake of the Silkies.
You've said:
Get that pig off the ottoman!
Get that pig off my planters!
We're getting that pig neutered next payday!
Honey, wouldn't that make a great chicken coop?
Honey, I need another chicken coop!
Honey, don't let the Basset lick your face, he groomed the rooster's butt today!
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Too, too funny
Too, too funny
These are way too funny not to LOL actually.
You go to a restaurant for breakfast while traveling and your 4 year old tells the waitress, "These aren't scrambled eggs, they're not yellow!"
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I am often saying "Don't jump/climb/ OR Swing on the gate!!"
oh and another one... we name our animals that we eat too... so if you ask what is for supper and I reply T-Bone that doesn't mean a t-bone steak nesscearily. T-Bone was the name of the steer we butchered so you might be surprised to have tacos!
I am constantly hollering "don't climb on the NEW hay bales! play on the OLD ones!" or "Stay OUT of the chicken coop!" or "unless you want worms in your feet don't run through the calving pen without shoes!!" UGH But I remember my mom constantly yelling at us to put our boots on when we went out to the barn or the corral (or we would get worms!LOL)
We ate Filet, Minyon, and Buttercup (whom I would ride around the pasture) growing up too all steers... LMAO
I remember my friends thought we were so weird because we ate rocky and bullwinkle, the easter bunny, yogi bear, bugs bunny, porky pig, daffy duck....
We are trying to turn our ranch into a self sustainable place, we already raise cattle (production), but now we keep a steer out of our herd instead of sending it to sale with the others, have our own meat birds and egg layers, working on getting a dairy cow, have a HUGE garden and have pygmy goats (they have the highest milkfat) good for butter
I love the fact that my children are growing up in this lifestyle... we are lucky though we have several hundred acres. And even though it takes us 20-30 minutes to get to town and is over an hour to a decent grocery store, everyone knows everyone and we can count on our neighbors
can I come visit !!!! sounds like a great vac !!!
I am often saying "Don't jump/climb/ OR Swing on the gate!!"
oh and another one... we name our animals that we eat too... so if you ask what is for supper and I reply T-Bone that doesn't mean a t-bone steak nesscearily. T-Bone was the name of the steer we butchered so you might be surprised to have tacos!
I am constantly hollering "don't climb on the NEW hay bales! play on the OLD ones!" or "Stay OUT of the chicken coop!" or "unless you want worms in your feet don't run through the calving pen without shoes!!" UGH But I remember my mom constantly yelling at us to put our boots on when we went out to the barn or the corral (or we would get worms!LOL)
We ate Filet, Minyon, and Buttercup (whom I would ride around the pasture) growing up too all steers... LMAO
I remember my friends thought we were so weird because we ate rocky and bullwinkle, the easter bunny, yogi bear, bugs bunny, porky pig, daffy duck....
We are trying to turn our ranch into a self sustainable place, we already raise cattle (production), but now we keep a steer out of our herd instead of sending it to sale with the others, have our own meat birds and egg layers, working on getting a dairy cow, have a HUGE garden and have pygmy goats (they have the highest milkfat) good for butter
I love the fact that my children are growing up in this lifestyle... we are lucky though we have several hundred acres. And even though it takes us 20-30 minutes to get to town and is over an hour to a decent grocery store, everyone knows everyone and we can count on our neighbors
can I come visit !!!! sounds like a great vac !!!
You know you live on a farm when:
You can't sleep cause the darn chicks in your bedroom wouldn't be quiet.
When the front door wont open in the morning and after fighting with it for 5 minutes you peek through the crack enough to see a goat is sleeping on the front porch infront of it.
When the neighbor texts you a picture of your pet pig in their kids baby pool with the caption "We have a vistor."
When an entire drawer in your fridge is filled with animals vaccines, meds, and needles.
When every flat surface in your house is covered in bars of curing goat soap.
When friends pull up and are greeted by a goat and a pig that then frisk them for snacks.
When you go through mcdonalds and order apple dippers for the goat in the back seat, and the lady at the window says, "Wow, what a cute dog. I never seen one that eats apples before."
When you go on a jog down the road and decide it's a good time to get leon the goat some exercise too.
When you live on a flat area, so your idea of sledding is hooking it up to a couple goats and racing back to the barn.
When you have a pig sleeping on your couch.... or in your bed.
When you have to put concrete blocks on every barrel, and double locks on every door, because the goat can somehow turn handles and open locks.
When a horse is looking in your window in the morning wondering where breakfast is.
You can't sleep cause the darn chicks in your bedroom wouldn't be quiet.
When the front door wont open in the morning and after fighting with it for 5 minutes you peek through the crack enough to see a goat is sleeping on the front porch infront of it.
When the neighbor texts you a picture of your pet pig in their kids baby pool with the caption "We have a vistor."
When an entire drawer in your fridge is filled with animals vaccines, meds, and needles.
When every flat surface in your house is covered in bars of curing goat soap.
When friends pull up and are greeted by a goat and a pig that then frisk them for snacks.
When you go through mcdonalds and order apple dippers for the goat in the back seat, and the lady at the window says, "Wow, what a cute dog. I never seen one that eats apples before."
When you go on a jog down the road and decide it's a good time to get leon the goat some exercise too.
When you live on a flat area, so your idea of sledding is hooking it up to a couple goats and racing back to the barn.
When you have a pig sleeping on your couch.... or in your bed.
When you have to put concrete blocks on every barrel, and double locks on every door, because the goat can somehow turn handles and open locks.
When a horse is looking in your window in the morning wondering where breakfast is.
I love this thread.
You know you live on a farm when it's the city folk who smell "funny" (too much perfume, loads of fabric softener, plastic, cleaners, bleach...)
When you have nearly been goosed by the neighbor's bull when pulling weeds in the flower bed in the front yard. The bull's name is Roger.
When you can catch a herd of horses with nothing more than a packet of instant oatmeal, the bathroom garbage can, and the belt from your fuzzy robe. And you've never owned horses. And their owner is amazed, saying he can never catch those darn things.
When you have contemplated using the animal meds because it's just too much trouble to go to town to your own doc.
You know you live on a farm when it's the city folk who smell "funny" (too much perfume, loads of fabric softener, plastic, cleaners, bleach...)
When you have nearly been goosed by the neighbor's bull when pulling weeds in the flower bed in the front yard. The bull's name is Roger.
When you can catch a herd of horses with nothing more than a packet of instant oatmeal, the bathroom garbage can, and the belt from your fuzzy robe. And you've never owned horses. And their owner is amazed, saying he can never catch those darn things.
When you have contemplated using the animal meds because it's just too much trouble to go to town to your own doc.
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