Life on the Farm

Now I don't live on a farm but we have often spoken about having a large slice of peaceful with some (high maintenance) additions to life such as chickens and large garden beds for fresh fruit and veggies.

The whole motley crew was traveling in the car when the topic of having a farm came up again and we started doling out imaginary farm jobs. The husband, of course, chose the tractor, plowing fields and mowing grass. Cause that's the perk of being old - play with the expensive toys you had to finance. We all got a chuckle when my dear sweet daughter volunteered to work the chickens. She wasn't nearly as excited when we told her that chickens don't always willingly give up their eggs. The remaining happiness left her face when we told her that often times snakes hang out with chickens to collect the mice and eggs they can get ahold of. The eldest son decided to be decorative - sitting on the porch and caring for the dogs. That leaves my youngest. So adorable and so excited to tell us we need cows and he knows how to care for and milk them. Now he has been around cows before, as a dear friend owned an actual farm, but not nearly enough to know they do anything more than Moo and make milk. And wasn't this little ray of sunshine so excited in his little 6 year old body when he gave us a play by play on how to milk a cow. Apparently, you just get a bucket to put under the cow, grab on to the weiners and pull. Oh the laughter that ensued. Which led to the conversation that milking cows don't have weiners, they're utters, and if your cow has a weiner, I do not suggest pulling on it. That is definitely on the list of poor life choices. He still wants to care for the cows.

We still enjoy the idea of farm life, from a distance.