Me: Hey! We have a broody chicken!
Brent: Cool! How many eggs is she sitting on?
Brent: oo. That’ll be cool.
Me: well, you can’t count your … you know the rest
The last couple of months have opened up a lot of time to get work done on the farm. Cows, fences, hay among other things provide a ripe environment for conversation that quickly leads you into cliché. There are too many for me to remember, but here are a few highlights.
These words were exchanged in real life:
What’s this crazy, whacky wire-gone-wild that Brent found on the ground? Hay wire
When building a fence, sometimes you just need to begin by putting a stake in the ground. We’re doing our best to make good fences to make good neighbors.
Michael has warned the children when playing by his house that it’s very easy to fall off a log.
There are more, but at this point in the rosé on a Saturday night with very little food in the belly and a long day of weed whacking fence lines, I’ve forgotten the others. Hay fever is a huge item at the moment. I’m sure Spring Chicken will crop up sooner or later. I suppose you might have others. If it’s farm related, I’ll bet we’ve used it in a non-cliché way.