Country Boy

Well life on the farm is kinda laid back. 
Ain't much an old country boy like me can't hack. 
It's early to rise, early in the sack. 
I thank God I'm a country boy! 

I was never a country girl. I grew up in the city. I did visit my granddaddy’s farm but it was a cotton farm and there were no animals. I got married and I became a country girl.

New baby chicks

 I married Dr. Doolittle. He makes friends with and talks to the animals. And there have been a few animals! It has been a parade through the years. There have been cats, dogs, goats, turkeys, pigs, cows, sheep, chickens, guineas, ostrich, and rheas. If the pond has water there are fish and ducks and sometimes even geese. Our place is where the colored Easter chicks come when the novelty wears off! Of course there are always the uninvited dropping by as well, like the raccoons, rats, mice and snakes.

Wait for us ma!

Have you ever seen chickens come when they are called? Come over! All he has to do is say “Chickens!” and they come running. It could have something to do with food but still, it’s a sight to see! One of the ostrich used to do a mating dance when it saw him drive up in his truck. An old billy goat would come up and start doing what billy goats do when he got home.

Chow down!

Triplets!

If something could go wrong with any of the animals, it happened when he was gone and I was there alone or with just the kids. One time a big ugly sheep died. It was too big to move, and I don’t do dead animals anyway. The kids were little so I couldn’t even make the boys do it. We had to wait until dad got home and didn’t look in that direction when we went outside. Another time one of the cows was ready to calve. She ran up the mountain and of course, had all kinds of trouble. I had to hunt down some willing helper from town. He came out and had to really work to help that dumb cow out. The goats would get out and I would have to herd them back to the pen. They didn’t come when I called. There was the time a rattle snake struck and luckily got my jeans instead of my leg, right before he drove up.

Brand new baby--the neighbors.

Cute

A mouse? Forget it! I can’t even go in the room where it was seen. And because we live out in the country, they sometimes get in. When Callye and Bryce were little there was a mouse. We set the trap and one morning I heard it snap. The horrid creature came running out, with the trap stuck to it, and stopped in the living room, smack dab in the middle. Callye was little and Bryce was a tiny baby. I was desperate and really thought about having Callye get it out, but that might have been considered child abuse. Luckily, someone happened to come by that day. She gave me the “I can’t believe you can’t get rid of a dead mouse look,” got the broom and dustpan and swept it up and took it out. I was already planning for us to stay in the back of the house all day!

Now there are just some sheep (a kind that doesn’t produce wool) and chickens and guineas. Lots of chickens and guineas! When they are laying there can be up to three dozen eggs a day. Some of them are hatching chicks. But when it’s time he calls and they all come running. It’s funny.

That might have been rough!

Guineas.

Time to eat!

Baa Baa white sheep...

A couple of little lambs.

Well a simple kinda life never did me no harm,
A raisin' me a family and workin' on a farm.
My days are all filled with an easy country charm.
Thank God I'm a country boy!

I’ve finished the One Skein, A Stole (Ravelry) out of the Noro sock yarn. It needs to be blocked and I think I’ll like it. I started a Wisp with the Noro silk sock that I’d used originally. I think it’s going to be pretty too.

Wisp in progress.

Is this not the coolest thing ever? I got it from Etsy. It is a knitting pattern written like an eye chart. I couldn’t resist.

Knitting eye chart

The news is on. There's a lot of mean things going on in the city. Maybe being a country girl isn’t all bad after all.

Well I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds or jewels
I never was one of them money hungry fools
I'd rather have my fiddle and my farmin' tools
Thank God I'm a country boy