Kelsea Ballerini Quotes

Rickey got a big ranch. Rickey got a big bull. Rickey got horses. Rickey got chickens and everything. And Rickey got a 20-gallon hat.

Daddy had a farm - cows, pigs, OK, a big garden, OK? We did live off the land, and then we would supplement all that with whatever we could kill or catch. Whether we'd kill squirrels, deer, duck, or caught catfish or brim, that was what went on the table.

I used to help my grandfather on the farm, driving tractors, raising crops and animals. I used to feed some of the baby cows and pigs, and I had to be no older than 7 or 8. Then at about 9 or 10 I started driving tractors. It showed me at an early age what hard work was all about and how dedicated you have to be, no matter what you do.

I have three cows, and I'm looking forward to more in the future, so I'll have a little herd.

If I were to leave the U.S., I'd live in England. But I'd never leave the U.S. I own a 400-acre farm in Macon, Georgia. I raise cattle and hogs. I own horses, too. I love horses as much as singing. I like to hunt on horseback.

Three acres and a cow.

My first love was, and remains, manual labor; sowing and harvesting, the pastures, the flock, and the cattle.

I grew up taking care of the pigs. I love this country that, you know, somebody can do something like that.

My grandfather and my father had wheat ranches, so we had quite a few trucks around and a lot of mules. Talk about horsepower - we had mule power.

I keep endlessly busy with all kinds of stuff, mostly horses, cattle, livestock, things like that.

We like horses and we like dogs and we like to be in the midst of agriculture.

I'm a farm guy, so I like to work outside, dealing with the trees and that kind of stuff.

Everything is work on the farm.

I've picked butter beans, okra, watermelon, cantaloupe, honeydew. I've butchered pigs, chickens. We made our own sausage and pudding.

We killed our own hogs, we killed our own beef, we raised our own vegetables, which Mama canned. We did live off the land.

We were just country people. All my grandfathers had farms. They had chickens, cattle and tried to get by farming, for the most part.

Now I've a sheep and a cow, every body bids me good morrow.

I'm certainly not squeamish at all. The countryside makes you very aware of birth and death.

Time, Look and Life don’t give a damn about dairy prices. They don’t know the difference between a corn cob and a ukulele.

I seldom meet with characters so inoffensive as my hens and chickings, or minds so well improved as my garden.

All presbyters, clerks, monks, converts, pilgrims, and peasants, when they are engaged in the labours of husbandry, together with their cattle in their ploughs, and the feed which they carry into the field, shall enjoy perfect security; and that all who molest tem, if they do not desist when they have been admonished, shall be excommunicated.

Farming teaches a brutal work ethic that serves society well when farm kids move to the city.

Pasture comes before prayer.

Farming looks mighty easy when your plow is a pencil, and you're a thousand miles from the corn field.

Agriculture is in my heart.