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.
![IMG_1432 Back where I belong!](https://www.myoddsock.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/IMG_1432-300x225.jpg)
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!
![IMG_1440 The hayloft. Good thing I have my inhaler!](https://www.myoddsock.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/IMG_1440-300x225.jpg)
Here I am checking out the barn.
That’s me looking out the hay loft.
(Anyone got a Zyrtec?)
![IMG_1441 Squeal like a piggy, boy!](https://www.myoddsock.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/IMG_1441-300x225.jpg)
Just gotta go for a ride on a pig.
Piggyback…of course!
![IMG_1435 The Colonel is looking for you two!](https://www.myoddsock.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/IMG_1435-300x225.jpg)
Thought I would take a moment to feed the chickens.
![IMG_1436 Henpecked for sure!](https://www.myoddsock.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/IMG_1436-300x225.jpg)
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!
![IMG_1442 Me on the tractor.](https://www.myoddsock.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/IMG_1442-300x225.jpg)
It was cool when Farmer Jim allowed me to help him do a little tilling in the field.
![IMG_1443 That'll leave a mark.](https://www.myoddsock.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/IMG_1443-300x225.jpg)
If I didn’t fall again!
This time right under the tiller blades!
Not good.
![IMG_1433 Good dog, Rusty.](https://www.myoddsock.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/IMG_1433-300x225.jpg)
Of course, every farm has a dog.
And Jim’s farm is no exception.
Here is his dog, Rusty.
![IMG_1434 Hey, why so ruff?](https://www.myoddsock.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/IMG_1434-300x225.jpg)
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!
![IMG_1437 Shhh, I'm about to tip this cow.](https://www.myoddsock.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/IMG_1437-300x225.jpg)
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.
![IMG_1439 Eh, I didn't need that spleen.](https://www.myoddsock.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/IMG_1439-300x225.jpg)
Yeah well, this cow didn’t think much of my practical joke.
![IMG_1444 Battered & bruised.](https://www.myoddsock.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/IMG_1444-300x225.jpg)
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.