Growing up on a farm provides ample opportunity for strange experiences.
I have helped butcher chickens. I chased them down after they stopped flopping.
I have helped sort and move cattle. They stop if you scream in terror, but then they start running again.
I remember one time, my dad dangled me by my ankles over a culvert to see if it was blocked. Good times.
I have baled hay. It is amongst the dirtiest most uncomfortable hard work one can do.
I have bottle-fed baby sheep, baby cows, and baby kittens. This isn't as fun as it sounds.
I have been bucked off a horse. Cricket was its name.
I have killed a snake with a hoe. Nightmares.
I can bait my own hook and take my own fish off a hook. Cleaning them is another story.
I have caught frogs bare-handed. They are quite slimy.
I know how to pick up a psychotic kitten without injury. By the scruff of the neck.
I also know how to pick up a kitten and nearly lose a hand. While kitten is distracted by a threatening dog.
I know what it feels like to be shocked by an electric fence. It hurts and I scream.
I have broken an amniotic sac to let the calf inside breath its first breath. It was the most disgusting thing I have ever had on my hand.
I have "preg-checked" a heifer. Glove to the shoulder.
These are just a few of the wonderful experiences that one can have growing up on a farm. Ask me about any of them. I have more details on almost all of them. Maybe I will even write about them in more detail, but you get the general idea of the craziness that is everyday farm life.
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