Farm Riddles for Country Fun

I crow at dawn to start the day. My red crest shines in the hay.

I’m a breakfast maker from a straw bed. Give me some grain and I’ll lay eggs instead.

I plow the field with a mighty roar. I’m not a horse, but I still adore chores.

I’m tiny seeds tucked into rows. Water me well and watch me grow.

I chew my cud then moo out loud. My milk fills buckets, making farmers proud.

I’m a leafy guard that scares away crows. Stuffed with straw and old farm clothes.

I’m muddy and pink with a curly tail. Roll in my pen and follow the trail.

I graze on hills and bleat all day. My wool keeps sweaters snug in May.

I’m harvested ears with kernels bright. Pop me or butter me for a treat tonight.

I’m water spinning in a wooden wheel. Pumping the well is my daily deal.

I’m hay stacked high in a dusty loft. Climb up my ladder and land soft.

I’m a helping hand with calloused skin. Sunup to sundown, I’m all in.

I store the grain safe from the rain. You’ll find me round across the plain.

I’m rows of veggies under the sun. Harvest me quick before fall is done.

I’m a path through corn that twists and bends. Find your way out with the help of friends.