Down On The Farm
Sometimes it’s good to get back to your roots. Recently, I decided to do just that.
To go home. Where I grew up. In a small farming community in NW Ohio.
Although I didn’t live on a farm–I spent a good part of my days there. So I know my way around the barnyard.
That’s why I decided to drop in on my ol’ buddy, Jim, and remember the days of yesteryear, down on the farm.
Ah yes, who could forget the sights, sounds and smells of a working farm!
Here I am checking out the barn.
That’s me looking out the hay loft.
(Anyone got a Zyrtec?)
Just gotta go for a ride on a pig.
Piggyback…of course!
Thought I would take a moment to feed the chickens.
All fun & games till I slipped & fell, spilling seed all over myself.
The chickens pecked me to a bloody mess.
Dang those beaks are sharp!
It was cool when Farmer Jim allowed me to help him do a little tilling in the field.
If I didn’t fall again!
This time right under the tiller blades!
Not good.
Of course, every farm has a dog.
And Jim’s farm is no exception.
Here is his dog, Rusty.
Jim says Rusty can be mean if he doesn’t know you.
Apparently Rusty feels comfortable enough to hump ME like I’m a dog in heat!
The day ended with me trying my hand at “cow-tipping.”
If you didn’t know, cows sleep standing up. “Cow-tipping” is when you run up and push over, or tip, a sleeping cow.
Yeah well, this cow didn’t think much of my practical joke.
Yep, all in all, it was a good day down on the farm.
Despite getting pecked & tilled & mated & gored.
Good to get back to one’s grass roots.
2 Replies to “Down On The Farm”
Nice Story….Past Things are very remembering in everyone life. I have also some memories of my school libraries.
Hey! This is a good one. We all remember the lessons we learned growing up (back home). I grew up in Montana, not on a farm but around cows and horses. We were taught four rules. 1) Always look down when crossing a pasture. 2) Never look straight up at a bird. 3) Always drink up stream from the herd and 4) never squat with your spurs on.