The peace of country living

So you think you want to move to the country.

You want to experience waking up to the peace and quiet of rural America.

I used to feel the same way. I grew up in the city and loved visiting my Uncle Jerry’s farm. I loved being in the milk house during chores and watching him pour the milk into a bucket and see it get sucked into the big glass jar in the milk house.

My mom always told me I would marry a dairy farmer and I did.

I never knew the peace and serenity were all a fallacy.

Just this morning I was reminded of how noisy it can be on the farm, during those “peaceful” morning hours.

There is this calf. I thought it was a bull calf, because a heifer calf would never do what it was doing.  I was wrong.

During the winter months the calves are kept in little calf huts on the south side of one of our barns. The sun keeps them warm and happy. I have even napped in those domes with a calf during the winter.

In the summer, in an effort to keep them cooler and in shade, we move the huts to an area just across the driveway from our home. My bedroom window is on the side of the house facing the calves.

Take a calf away from the mother and he/she tends to get one or two attitudes. One…I a going to curl up here in a ball and sleep the day away until someone comes along with my bottle of milk. Two…scream away that he/she wants his/her mother and a bottle of milk.


This particular calf insists on bellering 24/7! Even Russell came down this morning at 6 a.m. and said, “I am ready to shoot that calf.”

That’s how bad it is. Even my sweet, kind son wanted to do away with the calf.

Another time this past week, I was awoken by a beeping sound much like you here when a piece of large equipment is backing up. I would like to describe the sound as a beep, beep, beep, but it was more like siren, siren, siren, at 5:00 in the morning. Normally, on days I have to go to work, I sleep until 6:00.

Turns out, Russell, who also works full-time for the Farmers’ Co-op of Hanska, drove the big sprayer home from work. I guess he was closer to home at the end of the day and because, he was so tired, he just made home his pit stop for the evening. I did hear him drive into the yard that night.

The sprayer is also what they call, “Hydrostatically driven.”

Now I don’t know what that means. I think it has something to do with using hydraulics to make it move. I also know that it’s really loud.

Needless to say, when Russell left for work at that ungodly time and woke me with the not requested alarm, I was up for the day as well.

We have dogs that we keep outside too.

The coyotes and other creatures of the night also call the farm area home.

When the coyotes start coyoteing, the dogs start dogging.

It’s a constant vocalization war. Usually, to add to the drama, the dogs will rip off the front porch, while they are barking. The porch also happens to be right below my bedroom window.

Our neighbors have a trucking business. His drivers come and go early in the morning and later in the evening.

Some mornings Steve leaves early to do a bit of trucking on his own.

I think you get my point.

Sure, it’s not like this every morning or evening. Occasionally I get to fall asleep or wake to the sounds of the birds welcoming the day.

But then there are those other days where it would be much quieter if I lived in town.




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