We are not farm folks…

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We live in eastern North Carolina and are surrounded by farms.  However, we have never lived on a farm – although both my parents grew up on farms.  I grew up in a small town – but IN the town – the kind with blocks and sidewalks.  Very much like Mayberry. (Even with the nosey neighbors!)

Because I have never lived out in the country, I think the farm gene skipped a generation, or maybe two.  Our children are around other children who live on farms, their parents work in agriculture, they own cows, pigs, horses…..  Our children have always lived either in the city limits of a town, or in a subdivision with sidewalks.

But like most children, they love animals and would adopt every kind of animal possible if I let them.  Our middle daughter, Brooke, loves horses.  No, I mean LOVES HORSES!!!  She has taken horseback riding lessons for about 7 years now and constantly begs us to buy a horse (not going to happen).  Because she is involved in golf and cheerleading, she doesn’t go to the barn to ride and take lessons often now.

Since Brooke is not going to the barn, I am not going to the barn, which means Kate is not going to the barn.  The barn where she rides also has other animals: cows, sheep, goats.  A few weeks ago, I took Brooke to horseback riding lessons and had our 3 year old Kate with me.  This is when I realized that I have not taken her to a farm, or been intentional about teaching her about farm animals.

So…. as we were waiting for Brooke to finish with her lesson, Kate sees the pasture of cows and asks if she and I could go see them.  Of course I walk her over and then she says a statement that is proof that I have taught her nothing about animals…..

“I want to see the cows’ eggs!”

What?……..Oh no baby, cows don’t lay eggs.  Chickens lay eggs.

But nope.  She was insistent that she wanted to see the cows’ eggs.

Mothering fail!  My grandparents who worked in agriculture all their lives would be ashamed!  My parents who both grew up on farms would be ashamed.  Yes, the farming gene has skipped a generation.

Today, Kate is my favorite for introducing me to the concept of cow eggs! : )

Daily tally:

Avery +4/-2, Brooke +6/-2, Kate +7/-3

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10 thoughts on “We are not farm folks…

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  4. omg, cow eggs
    Speaking as someone who lives among NC pastures but is definitely not a farm folk, this makes perfect sense. Chickens live on farms; cows live on farms. Chickens lay eggs, therefore cows must lay eggs.
    She might be working on word analogies at a remarkably young age! 😉

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  5. LMAO – I GOTTA TELL YOU THAT KATE IS MY FAV TOO!!! (cant stop giggling- hee hee) From a gal that was born and raised on farming, horses, beef cattle, rabbits, chickens, pigs and major playing in dirt….this was beautiful!!! I want to see the cow’s eggs too!! LMAO – more!!!! What a beauty you have there!!! Hope she keeps up that imagination! gotta luv her!!

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        1. We actually have done horse camp for a week. I went as a barn mom for the week. That sealed the deal that we would never have horses. 113 girls and each one brought a horse. About 15 adults to do feeding and cleaning stalls


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