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| kristin sherrill |
Posted - Oct 13 2008 : 05:48:31 AM
Does anyone have some funny stories to share about you're farm or someone elses?
It seems like just about every day around here something funny happens. Or just plain stupid.
Kris |
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| Forrester Farm |
Posted - Nov 02 2008 : 07:31:06 AM
One of my funniest flower farm stories was when I was desperate to get some flowers from a neighbor's property (with permission). As I was stepping on a log to reach and cut a particular flower, I fell right into their creek! I was all dressed and ready to go decorate for the wedding - skirt and all - had just wanted to snip a few more blooms on my way. I had to run home. Shower again quickly (there was even muck in my bra), and run to the wedding site to decorate. Everything came together well as it always seems to!
Ann
Forrester Farm
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| hill farm lady |
Posted - Oct 31 2008 : 5:17:11 PM
This isn't as funny as some of the stories but because I actually saw it, I have the picture in my mind and I still chuckle. We have a Border collie named Kyp. He normally herds the sheep but will try to herd the chickens if they are out. He has never hurt a single animal and is very gentle (but sometimes bossy) with even the ducks, ducklings, hens, and chicks. One morning I was busy in the coop getting food and water taken care of. A few of the hens got into the front part of the coop where we keep supplies. Unbeknownst to me, Kyp had gotten in behind me and was in a corner behind the grains bins watching it all. All of a sudden I hear a whimper and saw him, a chicken astride his back squawking, crouched in the corner! She had gotten back there, too, and was trying to get out. I guess she thought he was a step in the right direction! He didn't move and didn't know what to make of the whole situation! Somehow I got her out and then him--but not without a frantic hen and a few feathers flying!
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| yarnmamma |
Posted - Oct 31 2008 : 05:55:30 AM
great stories..luv them!!! :-D
Linda in Scranton, PA
farmgirl #71
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| lisamarie508 |
Posted - Oct 31 2008 : 05:13:25 AM
Farm or campground, both of those stories are hilarious, Celeste!
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| clux64 |
Posted - Oct 30 2008 : 10:11:28 AM
Okay...on the farmgirl, farmstead front. A few years ago a friend of mine gave us a one-eyed chicken that her kids caught at the scramble at the county fair. We named her Miss Chicken, and she was a full out pet that provided us with the occasional egg. The only problem was she wanted to roost everywhere but in the chicken house which was safe, secure and heated. Every night, we would round her up and heard her into the chicken house for the evening--no small task because she only had one eye and she wanted to keep it on you...so she ran in circles. So we would spent our evenings hearding Miss Chicken in concentric circles until the outer diameter of the circle she was running in reached the chicken house, where she would then run in. One night my hubby was in a hurry for some reason and was rushing the process, making Miss Chicken circle faster and faster until...she ran full tilt into the side of our barn! She was little dazed, but lived a long happy life after that--but was much more willing to get into the chicken house at night...plus she avoided my husband like the plague!
Celeste
"No matter where you go, there you are"
--Confucious
www.urbanprairiehome.blogspot.com
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| clux64 |
Posted - Oct 30 2008 : 09:55:16 AM
Oh...I just realized that the funny story's were supposed to be about the farm, sorry to get off topic with the 'flaming brother-in-law incident'.
Celeste
"No matter where you go, there you are"
--Confucious
www.urbanprairiehome.blogspot.com
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| clux64 |
Posted - Oct 30 2008 : 09:36:21 AM
OMG...these are laugh-out-loud funny!
The funniest thing that's EVER happened to me was on a camping trip several years ago. This was before we had kids, and we were camping with my husbands oldest brother and his family. It was a beautiful fall evening, we'd just finnished eating, and there was a delicious fire going. My normally high strung BOL was sitting on a log, having an quiet contemplative moment staring into the fire, his lids droopy. My hubby was sitting next to him. The fire was popping, sending periodic showers of sparks around us. I sat down next to my husband, and looked over at my BOL---who's hair was on fire. He has one of those comb overs and the long hairs on top were sticking straight up and there was a flame on the end like a candle. Peels of laughter overcame me, I mean it was the wierdest reaction I've every had to ANY situation, but I was abosutely speechless with laughter! grasping the gravity of the situation, I starting hitting my husband and pointing in the direction of his flaming brother to his right. At first my husband looked at me like I'd lost my mind (kinda seemed like it--suddenly I'm laughing hysterically and hitting him!) But when he looked the other direction at his brother, he jumped up exclaiming, "Oh, Geez Russ!" and starting slapping my BOL on the head--sparks flying off poor Russ with each slap. Well, this just sent me over the edge. I mean, I'm rolling on the ground laughing so hard I can hardly breath, trying not to pee my pants! Honestly, this is really out of character for me, I'm not a chucklehead or anything. After Russ was completely extinquished (I'm happy to say he was not injured in any way from the fire--except maybe his dignity) he said, "Geez Celeste, you could have said something...it's not like I have a lot of hair up there to begin with!" You can guess my reaction to that! It's been like 20 years since that happened and we still talk about it at family gatherings...and I laugh my butt off every time!
Celeste
"No matter where you go, there you are"
--Confucious
www.urbanprairiehome.blogspot.com
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| lisamarie508 |
Posted - Oct 30 2008 : 06:21:32 AM
Oh, I have another one:
We lived in this mobile home for a while that was nestled in the bottom of a draw next to a creek. The mountains around us were too high and too close to get a satellite signal. We had Girlie Girl (our pit) and her baby, Pumbaa (half pit, half chow). Pumbaa was such a funny dog. He was a cuddle bug with us, but had that chow trait that he didn't want anything to do with anyone else. He looked like a chow, but with short hair like his mom but, very thick hair like his dad and was a red brindle (the chow was red, Girlie Girl is brindle). He was actually a very pretty dog. He walked around like he was so tough until Girlie Girl would put him in his place. Dh would imitate the lion from The Wizard of Oz like Pumbaa was saying "King of the Forest" (you know how his voice would quiver on the "forest" part) and it really suited his attitude.
One night, I let Girlie Girl out and I put Pumbaa on the dog run (he would take off) to do their business before we went to bed. They weren't out there long when I heard Girlie Girl crying and scratching frantically at the door. I opened the door and she ran in and seemed really upset. I looked outside and Pumbaa, who can get to the door on the dog run, wouldn't come to me. He stood out in the middle of the yard, shaking and crying. He seemed frozen. Then I heard a growl coming from the barn and saw the eyes of a mountain lion! I kept calling Pumbaa to come in but he was so scared, he couldn't move! He just kept whining and shaking. I was afraid that cat was going to jump from the barn and get him so, I ran out there, grabbed his collar and had to DRAG him into the house, where I unhooked him from the lead and slammed the door.
It was scary at the time, but funny later because Pumbaa thought he was so tough. That is until he ran into a kitty that could eat him. So much for the King of the Forest!
Farmgirl Sister #35
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| lisamarie508 |
Posted - Oct 30 2008 : 05:28:41 AM
Those stories are so funny. I can just picture that little chick running into her mouth and getting stuck!
Ok, here's mine:
One year for my birthday (I can't remember if it was 14th or 15th) Mom asked me what I wanted to do for my birthday. I hadn't gone riding for a while and so that's what I asked for. Mom was not a big horse fan and never appreciated their smell and hadn't been riding since she was little but, she agreed to it. Now, keep in mind, Mom was about 330lbs at this time, but it never dawned on me me that it would be a problem. We went to the stables that I always rode at (usually cleaned stalls so I could ride) and I knew all the horses. Knowing Mom's lack of skill, I picked out "Prince" for her. Prince was a short, stocky, older horse who was very calm and lived to please. His only quirk was that you had to scratch his scars (from a barn fire) on occasion to keep him happy. I thought he would be perfect. As short as he was, Mom needed a step stool and a boost to be able to get up on him. Once up, we headed out to the trail. Mom looked really uneasy and I told her all she has to do is talk to him and scratch the scars on his shoulders and he'll do anything for you. She had a hard time keeping her balance when reaching for his shoulders and apparently didn't do it enough. I lead the way on the trail and the next thing I know, Prince is going down and Mom is freaking out. I hollered at her to pull up on the reigns and not let him go down, but she was panicking. Prince hit the ground. Mom rolled off of him. Prince started rolling. Mom, on all fours, crawled away through the weeds so fast, I busted out laughing. With his shoulders now sufficiently scratched, Prince got back up and was ready to go. I couldn't get Mom back up on him and I suspect she didn't really want to anymore.
Back at the stable, the owner came out when she saw Mom leading Prince instead of riding him and asked what happened. We told her and she kind of got mad and asked Mom why she didn't get back up on him and teach him who was boss. Mom told her there was no step stool out there on the trail!
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| therealshari |
Posted - Oct 29 2008 : 4:29:05 PM
We have more than our share of funny stories around here.
One of our latest was when we took our "boys" (the leftover ram lambs) to auction.
We borrowed a 4 horse trailer from one of the men in town, and then agreed to take our neighbor's three steers to market. Now, we had to load those boys the night before or else we'd have been loading them at "o'dark-thirty" in the AM. We gave them the run of the trailer as well as some hay to eat.
The next morning (at sunrise) we went to load our four little boys. Now, these guys were all pretty friendly, loving chin scratches, and hand-feeding, even though they weren't bottle babies.
We'd set up a makeshift chute so we could SIMPLY walk them from their pen about six feet into the back of the trailer. That should be easy enough.
First off, we attempted to water the steers. Those silly boys... all they did was spill the 5-gallon bucket all over the trailer floor. Guess you know that p-o'd Cindy!
Then, we had to push the steers to the front and block them off. Here we slipping around on the hay-strewn, wet floor. Don't foreget, there was also 12 hours of manure from the steers.
Next, let the little black lambs out of their pen. Yeah right... you mean go into the pen and chase them out. Get into the trailer? No way... it stinks in there and what are those big things looking at us... Let's go walk about instead.
So, after 40 minutes of cursing, chasing, bribing, prodding, and finally lifting them into the trailer, we were off to the auction, looking and smelling like sheep!
Forty-five minutes later, we arrived in Cedar City and proceeded to reverse the process. This time, the little boys didn't want to get out of the trailer, much less go down the chutes into a holding pen. Oh, first things first... we had to drop one little guy off at the custom butcher. We'd sold him direct at Farmers' Market.
The kid at the slaughter site was real nice. Other than insisting our 8 foot wide trailer would fit into a 7 foot slot, we let him get up in the trailer and select the custom lamb. "There's a big one, and a little one... Take one of the remaining two." He had to practically carry him to the holding pen.
So, back at the auction site. We pushed and shoved the boys from the trailer, down the chute lane and into a holding pen. Then it was off to unload the steers... a really neat setup. You drive through the gates, an attendant opens your trailer and off-loads your animals. Then you go register.
After a wonderful farm breakfast at the Auction site restaurant, it was time to see how we'd do. First the cattle. Clyde got quite a bit more than he thought he would for his steers. They had more dairy genes in them than beef genes, but still weighed a lot more than expected.
Finally it was time for the sheep. We watched several lots of ewes, a couple of rams, and a whole bunch of mutton (year-old wethers) before it was our little guys' turn.
Yep, that's them, the one's the ring men had to go push out of the back and into the ring.
Here they are, all three are black Suffolk, and still have their "cojones" because that's the way one of our Mexican neighbor wanted them, until he backed out of the deal. They're huddled together with their heads down hoping no one will see them. It looks like their saying "I'm so scared!"
From behind us I hear the "old men"... "Umph, 4-H Sheep! I didn't know anyone raised black sheep on purpose." Then the gal behind us tapped tapped Cindy on the shoulder and said "Ya' know, you're gonna be docked about $25 a head for still having their balls and being black."
The bidding began, 85-85-5-5-86-87-87-88-89-90-91-92-92-92 going once, going twice 92, SOLD!
And that my friends was the highest price paid in the past three months at that auction. The buyer was the biggest wholesaler in the area and the boys weighed an average of 110 each. So much for not knowing anything about raising sheep.
Shari Thomas
Who's giving serious thought (j/k) to changing "Four Country Gals" to "Ms McDonald's Farm" as we're now adding a preggie cow, due in early September. |
| LindaEllen |
Posted - Oct 23 2008 : 6:19:09 PM
Funny stories gals. Its good to have a chuckle I have one just a couple of weeks ago. The chickens were out and I had the deck door open and could hear them and it did not sound like they were in the the Hen Den. Our dog was out too and it did not sound good so no time to get dressed to take care of the matter. I ran and ran after the dog tryin to get the chickens and tryin to get the chickens in the coop. The only thing wrong with the picture is I was wearin my hubbies long johns (don't ask), not a good sight : (. The road is a ways from the coop but our neighbors if they heard the noise of me screaming which I'm sure they did, they would have seen a wild women running around the chicken coop with wild hair wearin long johns with arms waving.
Seems like I'm always running after chickens and a few years back a fox had my rooster in its mouth. I was running after the fox with hoe in hand and yelling of course, in my garden around and around until he let go of the roo. We had to name the rooster Ol Gimp after that , he was just never the same.
I was chased by a pot bellie pig, it happen to be our neighbors and I didn't know it was just being friendly. The faster I ran the faster it ran, I screamed then as well. I thought it was a killer pot bellie : (.
Now this is so funny , it happen to my sister a couple of years ago. Sis found a lone quail chick, they are so tiny and sooo cute. It thought sis was its mom. She would train it to come to her and when sis would make a peeping sound the chick would zoom under her hand that she would cup on the table. So sis layed her hand on the table and also her head and while she made the sound for the chick to hide under hand it ran into her mouth :P. Sis had to hit the back of her head to get the chick that was stuck in her mouth. I crack up everytime I hear her tell this.
Oh the farm life , there is so many more and many yet to come.
Linda
Farmgirl Sister #343
Locust Trail Homestead
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| kristin sherrill |
Posted - Oct 23 2008 : 5:48:39 PM
Amen, Michelle. Sometimes I think that's a really good idea. I sure could use some, too!
Kris |
| Huckelberrywine |
Posted - Oct 23 2008 : 4:03:08 PM
Here's a short one. Just happened today.
Our 5 mo. old horse will arrive at our place tomorrow. At lunch today while I was talking about what we need to do to help the new arrival stay calm and settle in to his new surroundings, My husband said, "We need to pick up some tranquilizer." I responded, "No, etc...etc...etc...". Giving me the look, he said, "Not for him."
We make a difference. http://huckleberrywine.blogspot.com |
| Sitnalta |
Posted - Oct 22 2008 : 5:14:40 PM
hehe...I sure wish we lived on more of a farm. THe only "story" I can remember is back when we had chickens and we were keeping them in this old rickety barn. I got a call while I was at work, and Mom said I had to come home the chickens were out. I only worked down the hill. The wind had blown the chickens door open and there were chickens everywhere! My brother and I chased them all over the place. We must have looked like mad people. When my lunch break was over, I headed back to work smelling like a nice chicken coop no doubt!
Jessie
Farmgirl Sister #235
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| Maryjane Lee |
Posted - Oct 20 2008 : 3:18:31 PM
Loving the stories farmgirls! Keep'em comong!
Hugs,
Maryjane Lee
Farmgirl Sister #44
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| nampafarmgirl |
Posted - Oct 20 2008 : 1:43:30 PM
Michelle, no you did not have to be there. I am doing my best to keep my composure.....
Kim
Farmgirl Sister # 302 |
| ddmashayekhi |
Posted - Oct 20 2008 : 12:16:19 PM
Michele, I told my husband your story. We both had a good laugh over it! Glad your husband survived the trip to your folks barn!
Dawn in IL |
| kristin sherrill |
Posted - Oct 20 2008 : 11:37:27 AM
That is too funny. Cracked me up! I hope he was ok, though. Silly guys, think they know it all, huh? |
| windypines |
Posted - Oct 20 2008 : 07:44:18 AM
I got a funny story, though maybe you would of have to of been there!
I was a day or two away from having my 3rd child. My husband wanted to take our riding lawn mower to my mom and dads shed, to park it over the winter. We did not have a barn at the time. So he thought it would take to long drive a mile, so he wanted me to pull him down there with the truck. Okay so I have the other two boys in the truck with me, and we are going nice and slow. Soon I see husband waving me on to go faster, go faster. Okay, so I went a bit faster, and the next thing I see is the lawn mower, and him, swinging side to side behind the truck. Oh my gosh, it was the funniest thing to see him hanging on, trying to steer the lawn mower. I of course was busting a gut, hoping to keep my pants dry! :)
Michele |
| kristin sherrill |
Posted - Oct 19 2008 : 5:28:52 PM
ANyone ever had a guinea in their living room in the middle of the night? I'd almost forgoten this story.
One night I woke up to a noise like glass breaking. I got up, went into the livingroom without turning the lights on now, and felt something under my feet. I walked a few more steps to the lamp, turned it on and still couldn't figure out what happened. I saw glass on the floor but didn't see where it had come from. Then out of the corner of my eye, I saw a white thing in the corner. I was still half asleep, so not totally functioning yet. I got closer and realized it was White Guinea. I still didn't understand how he was there. It took awhile to figure it out. He'd apparently been trying to get away from something and crashed through the front window! He was ok but a little shook up. Me, too.
So that is one night I should not forget. I went and got the glass and fixed it myself. It took over an hour to do. Still have White Guinea, too. |
| nampafarmgirl |
Posted - Oct 17 2008 : 10:23:31 AM
Well we either have not funny stories or we're all too ashamed to admit to them...
Kim
Farmgirl Sister # 302 |
| shepherdgirl |
Posted - Oct 13 2008 : 7:56:05 PM
Oh my Gosh! Do I have funny stories!! But there are SO MANY, it's hard to pick just one.
A few months ago the buck goats got out. (I have three too many!!!) I was so mad!!! My middle son just stood there watching (making me all the MADDER) while I chased them all over the place yelling my head off and cussing like a Sailor! When I was finally able to get close enough to one of them, I crouched down, ready to pounce, when Eli (my LGD) jumped in front of me. I flew over the top of him, rolled over the stinky goat, rolled across the cement slab right over a fresh pile of horse poo. I nearly peed my pants and couldn't even get up off the ground, I was laughing so hard! All the animals were gathered around staring at me like I'd lost my mind!!!! Needless to say, we caught the goats and put them back where they belonged.... until the NEXT time they got out!! And the next... and the next..... well, you all get the picture! Never a dull moment around here!
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away. ~~ George Carlin |
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