tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851574739661452863.post7183691696306836017..comments2023-05-30T04:54:47.560-05:00Comments on a Girl on a Farm: There are some things about farming that I just can't handle...agirlonafarmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12174293745917509072noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851574739661452863.post-66714928141145978802011-04-11T20:49:45.189-05:002011-04-11T20:49:45.189-05:00@Krystal-Oh Static, you were my first tick removal...@Krystal-Oh Static, you were my first tick removal. And it happened with a pair of pliers...at least I got the dang thing off! And she did so good when she stood in the sink and let us dry her off...I miss her...agirlonafarmhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12174293745917509072noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851574739661452863.post-9336763975860638452011-04-11T20:48:44.402-05:002011-04-11T20:48:44.402-05:00And for some reason I didn't think there were ...And for some reason I didn't think there were very many ticks here in Nebraska. I always thought they were more in your area, Beth. I know better now! We just ordered some more ducks to hopefully eat more ticks, plus the chickens that are already coming.agirlonafarmhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12174293745917509072noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851574739661452863.post-36754520652312613362011-04-08T22:32:54.088-05:002011-04-08T22:32:54.088-05:00You make me laugh! I distinctly remember you keepi...You make me laugh! I distinctly remember you keeping your cool when Static came in with a tick. Yes it is different when you are the host.Krystalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02946314345359584026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7851574739661452863.post-11116879942814781052011-04-05T17:54:11.610-05:002011-04-05T17:54:11.610-05:00I hate ticks, too. I let the chickens roam the ar...I hate ticks, too. I let the chickens roam the area around the house because they, like guinea fowl, eat ticks. Here in New England one must carefully wash all over after long walks in the woods because the insidious creatures from hell will jump on you for a ride and a drink. Yuk. Such is life in the country! BethWhiffletree Farmhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14416279391811227390noreply@blogger.com