As I’m writing this, I’m sitting in a car wash—because in just a bit, I’ll be loading up kids for a field trip.
Completely normal.
Except… in the back of my car is a beehive.
No live bees just yet—but give it a couple of weeks, and this same vehicle will be transporting thousands of them home.
And somehow, that also feels completely normal.
Just this week, I’ve opened the back of cars to find crates of chickens, baby goats tucked into kennels, and handed off a livestock guardian puppy into someone else’s trunk like we were exchanging a casserole dish.
A friend of mine casually mentioned she hauled baby calves in her minivan.
No big deal.
There’s this whole quiet group of us—homestead women, farm families—
turning everyday vehicles into livestock haulers without a second thought.
We run errands, do school drop-offs, drive through for a coffee, swing through car washes…all while transporting pieces of a living, breathing farm.
To us? It’s just life. To everyone else? Probably a little unbelievable and bizarre.
It makes me laugh every time…