My Morning Went to the Farm…and to the Dogs!
Some mornings are calm, predictable, and perfectly uneventful. Mine was not one of those mornings. What started as a peaceful trip to the farm turned into a comedy of errors that involved mud, mischief, and more dogs than I could handle before coffee.
It all began when I decided to head out early to check on the chickens. The sunrise was gorgeous, the air crisp, and I thought, What a lovely way to start the day. I should’ve known that whenever I think something like that, life is about to laugh in my face.
As soon as I reached the coop, I realized the gate hadn’t been latched properly. Out came the chickens, strutting around like they owned the place. While I scrambled to herd them back inside, my dog, Max, saw his golden opportunity. With the speed of a track star and the enthusiasm of a toddler on a sugar rush, he charged straight at the loose flock. Cue chaos.
Feathers flew, chickens clucked, and I was caught in the middle, flapping my arms like an oversized scarecrow. Just as I managed to scoop one runaway hen into my arms, Max proudly dropped a stick at my feet, tail wagging, completely oblivious to the pandemonium he’d caused.
That’s when my neighbor’s dogs decided to join the party. Somehow, the fence gate swung open, and two curious pups trotted right into the yard. Suddenly, I wasn’t just managing my dog and my chickens—I was running a full-blown dog daycare with chickens as unwilling participants.
The chickens scattered, the dogs barked, and I slipped on a patch of mud so gracefully it could have been choreographed. Lying there with a muddy backside and a hen squawking indignantly in my arms, I couldn’t help but laugh. It was pure farmyard slapstick.
Eventually, I got things under control. Max calmed down after some belly rubs, my neighbor came to collect her dogs, and the chickens—though mildly traumatized—returned to pecking the ground as if nothing had happened. Meanwhile, I looked like I’d rolled through a mud-wrestling match.
By the time I got back inside, I was exhausted, filthy, and still laughing at the ridiculousness of it all. My morning may not have gone as planned, but it left me with a story to tell and a reminder that life on a farm is never dull.
Sometimes, we imagine farm life as peaceful mornings, fresh eggs, and quiet fields. And yes, those moments exist. But more often than not, it’s a circus of unexpected visitors, stubborn animals, and messes you couldn’t make up if you tried.
So here’s my takeaway: when life goes to the farm and to the dogs, you can either fight it or laugh your way through it. Personally, I’ll take the laughter—mud and all.
