Many people think living on a farm is a piece of cake. We don't have to worry about getting hit by a bus or many other urban hazards. Eh, what could possibly go WRONG?
To denude you of that naïve notion, I'd like to offer this humble collection of everyday hazards we face on the farm.
The hazards of rolling off a log (especially if your brain is the size of a pea).
The hazards of stepping on a swallow nestling just after it's flown the coop but who hasn't yet mastered the art of getting out of the way.
The hazards of stained hands from strawberry juice.
The hazards of being born a bull calf...
...because you end up a steer calf.
The hazards of trying to drive anywhere spontaneously.
The hazards of unintentionally "distressed" clothing.
The hazards of navigating the kitchen during the busy season.
The hazards of a sore back from leaning over to pick fifteen pounds of strawberries. (No kidding on this one.)
The hazards of finding a neat bodyprint of sawdust on every piece of furniture.
The hazards of looking out a window and seeing the back end of a cow who isn't supposed to be there.
The hazards of finding said naughty cow where she's not supposed to be.
The hazards of snakes getting caught in the bird netting.
The hazards of being thiiiiiis close to stepping on an unexpected clutch of eggs.
The hazards of really, really fresh chicken poop. On the porch. Right in front of the door.
The hazards of a lack of privacy. "Do you MIND?"
The hazards of arm strain from hoisting giganto-strawberries.
The hazards of the lack of visibility from the front windows due to excessive Virginia Creeper-itis.
The hazards of wearing a four-inch thick fur coat when it's 98F.
The hazards of finding a mini-creepy-crawly on a strawberry.
The hazards of assuming a cow patty was dry. (It wasn't.)
The hazards of thistles among the strawberry plants. Ouch!
The hazards of dropping a whole bowl of strawberries. (I wish this photo was staged, but it wasn't.)
This concludes our tour of common farm hazards. On the whole, I think I prefer these hazards to what my life used to be like.