When you're on property, you find yourself behaving in ways you never imagined while living a town life.
Daily we feed the animals.
Here chook, chook, chook, chook, chook. In the Front Pen (yes, imaginative name) we supposedly house our Orpington chooks but in reality it has become our gentle pen....... the pen for elderly hens, hens with bad gaits, chooks that get picked on.
So there you have it. Behaving in ways you never imagined. Apparently each group of animals must be called in the same way, the same number of times for their particular species, in the same tone of voice.
Also once named, anything on property remains named. Rebecca remains Rebecca. The Goose Pen is The Goose Pen regardless of who's in there. The Dry Dam remains The Dry Dam even when full of water (not often) and our orchard is 'out the back' although it's at the front of our home. (When we moved here we were living in another tumbledown house in a different position.)
Have you developed any strange behaviours while living rurally?