Comments on: Today I Became A Real Farm Girl

By: Kayla

Kayla — Tue, 23 Feb 2010 21:59:48 +0000

I milked a goat today for the first time and I felt like a farm girl….but that is nothing compared to your accomplishment!

By: Heather

Heather — Fri, 05 Feb 2010 20:24:19 +0000

I had a mouse problem a couple years ago and didn’t have trouble emptying the traps. What troubled me was the live mice – one I found half-dead in the washing machine (it had gone through the cycle and wasn’t feeling so good) – I dropped it still alive into the garbage can, praying for a quick death, and felt guilty for days (I still feel bad) but I didn’t know how I should kill it?? Then another time I found two baby mice that were so small they were fully inside the traps when they went off and unharmed. What to do? I let them go in the backyard, then that very night they returned to the traps as their mommy had taught them to do, and this time they died. Congrats to you on overcoming a fear…it will be a good lesson for helping your kids overcome their own fears as they go through life.

By: bethany (dreadlock girl)

bethany (dreadlock girl) — Wed, 27 Jan 2010 06:09:04 +0000

Awe, thanks!!

By: bethany (dreadlock girl)

bethany (dreadlock girl) — Wed, 27 Jan 2010 06:08:34 +0000

No, thank goodness that it wasn’t Francisca! Oh that would make me cry. She is the only one that I care for really- but the boys adore her. I hope she has a long and happy life. It was Ferocious Beast, which is sad too. She was my biggest chicken.

By: Gabe

Gabe — Tue, 26 Jan 2010 08:24:56 +0000

My only comparable story is when I stayed at my grandfather’s ranch for a summer when I was about 10 or 11 years old. He told me that they were going to be putting down an old bull, and for some reason I was bound and determined to watch the whole process.

That process started with the bull being corralled in a pen and then the butcher shooting him in the head with a 22 rifle. And to this day I still remember that bull looking me dead in the eyes as the gun went off. It haunted my dreams for a while, and I’m still have some troubles eating steak as a result. The remainder of the process involved very sharp knives, big metal hooks, and an adapted chain saw. Needless to say it got pretty gruesome.

But all in all I’m very glad that I had the chance to see this process, as it is a constant reminder of where the food on our plates actually comes from. Although the vast majority of cows (all animals for that matter) are put down in a much more “inhumane” way, as opposed to the thoughtful manner in which the butcher went about his business.

So as an actual reply to your question, I couldn’t do any of what I described above. I guess this small town boy has become citified…