Hay Hair

I'll second the goat poop in the treads of my boots. It won't come off on the bristley boot scraper but it will come off on the carpet, no effort there at all.

So far nobody has admitted how they get the hay out of their bras.

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Depends on where you are.You have the lift and shake,the dig and toss ,then of course there is the shower.

LOL! I get hay in my hair, in my bra, in my pockets, and in the turned-up cuffs of my jeans (I'm on the short side, and some of my second-hand jeans were made for a tall person). I also usually end up with goat slobber on the end of my pony tail, and seldom have time to wash it out before I go to work! I do usually change shoes before going to town, one reason why I wear slip-on shoes (garden clogs in dry weather, rubber boots in wet weather) when I can. When it's cold out I have to wear my Sorels, but they usually aren't muddy, just get snow on them.

When I have bottle-babies, I get little muddy hoof-prints all over my jeans, and have thought that would make a good line of clothing for us goat-keepers. Someone needs to buy some jeans and rubber-stamp little hoof tracks all over them (pointed up, because when you have babies jumping up on you, that's the way their hooves point). Then we'd have camoflage when we have to wear our chore pants to town!

Kathleen

I seem to get hay everywhere. I get it in my hair, my pockets, my shoes. I was at the feed store the other day and decided to count out exact change for my purchase and as I dug the change out of the bottom of my purse I also dug hay. There was a small pile of change and hay on the checkout counter by the time I was done,LOL

Or you can do what I did and just quit wearing a bra when your running around the barn yard,LOL.

I'm a teacher and am ALWAYS going to work in the morning with hay in my hair...one morning a parent who is rather infamous stopped me to ask if I had a "215". I smiled and said I just had goats. Then later in the staff room, I asked what a "215" was. The whole room ERUPTED in laughter. Evidently, that's the code for medical marijuana. I think if I had THAT, I wouldn't be putting it in my HAIR jeez! As far as all the other spots, bra, pockets, socks, etc., yep, I get it there too.

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Joan Crandell
Wild Iris Farm
"Fair"- the other 4 letter F word." This epiphany came after almost 10 days straight at our county fair.

Yes, hay hair, hay shoes, hay pockets, hay bra. Sounds totally normal to me. LOL! Ya'll are my kinda people!

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Cloven Trail Farm
Lord help me be the person my dog thinks I am!

Ja-Lyn's Radio Flyer, aka "Rad" on his 17th birthday.
9/14/93 -12/3/10.
Rest peacefully my soulmate, I'll love you forever.

"running" around the barnyard?...maybe walking at a brisk pace

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Diane Rhodes
Feral Nature Farm
LaManchas, MiniManchas and Boers
Member ADGA, MDGA

An effective way I found is to bend over when doing the lift and shake or the hay just goes down the front of my pants.

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It may be that our sole purpose in life is simply to be kind to others.

What I'd really like to know is how hay gets in my slippers!

I have barn clothes and work/town clothes - still find hay in all my pockets, not to mention goat hair all over my "good" jacket. Ah well, home is where the hair is. It's always fun to pick hair off the clothes and identify the species and individual that it belonged to.

I had to run to the vet this evening to pick up my JRT after his neutering - after I'd been birthing goats. In a hurry, went in gory coveralls, figured it's the vet, what are they going to say?

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"Crivens!"

Half Caper Farm - breeding Saanens, Boers and Nigerian Dwarfs

Don't forget the Pocket Omeletts! You know the eggs you slipped in your pocket and forgot to remove, before you finished one more chore.............and headed to town!

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Denise

LOL oh my that brought back a rather less than pleasant memory. I had a real pocket omolette once. I put a couple eggs in my coat pocket that I found in the yard (collecting eggs from a couple of my free rangers is like an easter egg hunt every morning) and walked into the barn. One of my mares was close to delivering and she was down so I went in the stall and when the baby started to come I leaned over, forgetting about the eggs in my pocket) and they got crushed between my thigh and hip where it bends... ewwwwww inside my pocket. LOL

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~Tami

Bob and Tami Parrington
COUNTRY HAVEN RANCH-

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Back when my beard was kissing my belly button, it was a chore keeping hay, leaves, feathers, cookie crumbs , out of it... well, the cookie crumbs weren't a problem, as my weener dog would keep the crumbs under control.

More times than I can count, I've started off to town in cleanish clothes, and arrived later in town with suspicious yellow, black, and brown stains on my pants... people that I know will ask if I've had an 'accident'... I'll look down, and giggle... tell em to come out for a visit and see how long they can stay clean.

No june bugs in my head hair, as I'm as bald as a person can get, but they have hitched a ride in the beard before.

ahh, the infamous pocket omelette... BTDT (been there done that)

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