You know you’re a redneck when you own a couple of chicken coops on wheels that you refer to as the “Trailerhood”.
As in, “The trailerhood, the trailerhood, ain’t nobody doin’ what they should, way down yonder in the trailerhood…”
Josh Turner, anyone? Anyone? Tell me you’ve heard that man’s heart-melting baritone. Go buy the album. Now.
Ok, back to the story.
The inherent redneck-ness of owning a Trailerhood becomes evident when necessity forces you to move the Trailerhood from one property to another.
Through town and down the highway. That’s right. We trucked those gleaming beauties full of chickens across town to a place where there is less mud and less chance of getting my pickup stuck while collecting eggs this winter.
That place is my backyard. My five acre backyard, as a matter of fact, which is a great place for chickens. I’m still not sure about the fact that the first sight out my bedroom window now is the Trailerhood. I used to see deer frolicking in the long grass every morning. Now I see chickens frolicking. This will take a little getting used to.
I owe special thanks to Tyler for lending us his incredible chicken-transporting skills. It’s a true friend that will help you move your Trailerhood at 7:30 in the morning.