I bet when you read the title of this story you were thinking I just got a pair of nice new riding boots. You weren't thinking about bright fusha-ish rain boots with chickens on them. Well, I was at Tractor Supply yesterday and they had these boots on sale. They called to me. I could hear the roosters crowing from across the store. I couldn't ignore them.
You see, many months ago my friend Barb posted pictures of her new chicken rain boots she bought at TSC on facebook. She went as far as to post pictures of them actually being used in the rain puddles and even used word sound effects like "splish splash." I really wanted those boots...especially after the sound effects. She said she got them at her local TSC so I went to our local one to get myself a pair. They had light pink rain boots with horses. I didn't want the horses, I wanted the chickens. I live in a sea of testosterone. You would think a pair of bright rain boots with chickens on them wouldn't be too much to ask for. Every time I went into TSC I'd look, but no chicken rain boots. Then all of a sudden there was a bin of chicken rain boots marked down from $19.99 to $9.99...and they had a size 8. Cha-ching! They must have come in from other stores where people didn't want the chickens, but wanted the horses, because there wasn't a pair of horse boots in sight. I snatched up those boots, brought them home, and proudy displayed them on the table. Eldest was not impressed. The Kid came in from school and asked whose they were so I had to mess with him and tell him he needed boots and they were on sale. He, too, was not impressed. It was a priceless moment, though. The Young'un told me he liked them, which later I found out was because he wanted extra gaming time on the computer. I was not impressed.
Tomorrow Mother Nature is going to mess with us by giving us temps in the high 60's, which is just plain wrong for February in Ohio. Of course, she's going to take it further by also giving us high winds, storms, and possible hail along with it. That means my brand new rain boots aren't going to look so new anymore when I wear them out to the barn in farm rain puddles. Farm rain puddles don't just contain water. That's why I took the picture today. Barb, this picture is for you. Now if I could just convince Hon I need that chicken purse, too. Smilling & Waving, Sharon
I'm the queen of our farm, although the animals haven't figured that out yet. My title is Head Chicken Wrangler, but most days I'm called Mom. Life is a comedy and I plan on documenting it.