Living Out in the Country

We don't call this 

"Country Living."

We call this "living out in the country."

We were welcomed to the Sander's home

by a rusty, crusty bike 

a wagon wheel and a birdhouse. 

Several posts with farm equipment lined the property.

A galvanized bucket made a great planter.

Every piece had a story behind it. 

I should have taken notes. 

Is this rust and crust not wonderful!

The bob wire came from the property

around their land. 

A closer look.

I've seen them use this washstand for ice and drinks too.

This birdhouse was made 

from wood and tin from the old home place,
and the blue birds find their home here every year. 

A cement bench

and an old wooden wheelbarrow are touches of country living.

Birdhouses on posts are found on every corner.

And simple elements create a feeling of living in another era.

"Come on and let me show you the chickens."

I was more interested in the bridge and the creek.

"You raise chickens for the eggs or to eat?"

"Both!"

 "Do you wring their necks?"
(that's what my granny did)

"No we chop their heads off and let the blood run out."
Ughhhh.

I'm certainly not a country girl.

I prefer chickens in a pen.

The guys love to coon hunt.
The guys and the dogs!

There's plenty of fish in the pond.

Chicken and Fish, and Coon???
Yes, the Beverly Hillbillies weren't the only ones who eat racoon.
NOT ME!

Thank God, there was AC on the inside.

I went inside to cool off and took a picture of the 

woods behind the house.  

Do you see what I see?

God's Country for Sure!

Bonnie:)