As most of you know, we have a nice room that is on Airbnb (bed & breakfast). We have an older couple staying with us all weekend from N. Carolina. They aren’t exactly animal people and have no interest meeting the large fur balls in the pasture who have been staring at them like stalkers every time they go outside to eat on the porch. The llamas along with Dunkay, line up at the fence and watch these folks…every move they make, they see it…watching…waiting…hoping they will come over and give them a treat. Heck, it even creeps me out! Any who…I got up this morning and went downstairs to check on my guest. They were standing by the front door, in their jammies, holding plates of food and coffee. They looked a bit ‘startled’. I asked what was wrong. They told me they fixed some eggs and toast went outside to eat, hoping to enjoy the beautiful morning, when Dunkay barreled through the gate and galloped straight towards their plates of food! They sat there frozen to the chairs not sure if they should give up their breakfast to the beast or grab everything and run! They chose the latter! They got up, held the plates high and quickly walked to the front porch. Dunkay knocked over a chair and broke a plate as these two elderly folks tried to get away! After he was done ‘wrecking havoc’ as she put it…he trotted to the front porch where they were trying to eat and demanded all the food…NOW! They ran back into the house, stood at the door, staring at it in disbelief. That’s where I came in. I assured them that he really is harmless, and coaxed them back to the kitchen. I tried to make a joke out of it, but they didn’t think it was funny. They just looked at me with a blank stare! I went outside looking for Mr Pain In the Butt. He was already back in the barn harassing the chickens. I swept up the shattered plate, picked up the chair and scolded Dunkay as he stood inside the barn with his head peeking around the corner cause he knows better! I don’t think these folks will be back.
Yep, its sale day alright! All the animals are lined up at the fence waiting for Kyle to come babysit them for the day! I can see them whispering to each other, making a plan on how to make his visit an unpleasant one! They know that they can tease him, intimidate him into giving them extra treats and just plain ol harras him because it’s fun. I always have to do a little fast talking with my son to get him to agree to sit at the farm all day. I promise him things that are impossible to fill, like the animals WILL behave (hahahahaha), there will be NO trouble, the day will go fast…you know little white lies that I pray will come true for him. After Kyle gets here, I will do my famous, ever so boring lecture to the barn animals before I go (that puts them in a zone) , say a desperate prayer, and head out before Kyle realizes that the animals already has his day planned out for him!
Good luck child of mine, it’s been awhile since the llamas and Dunkay has had a good old ‘tease the humans’ day… they are long overdue for some barnyard mischief!!
I’m peacefully sitting in my office with my pups, when they jumped up and started to bark like there’s something going on that I should be aware of. So I got up, looked out the window and saw Sweetie our llama trotting down the road. Really? A llama on the run? Where’s that pig! I run to the door tripping over a dog and a cat or two who is screeching over a stepped on tail. Super Farmer was out there already in his suit and tie herding not one, but two llamas back towards the farm. You see, he left for work and was halfway down the road when a nagging thought came to mind…’did that gate shut behind me?’ He turned around and raced back home to find Sweetie munching on the lush green grass in our neighbor’s yard. Violet was standing in the road trying to decide which yard to attack first. He stopped his car in the middle of the road, jumped out and went after the nearest llama. Well, llamas don’t like it when you move quickly towards them, they go into flight mode. So off they went in the opposite direction! I cant go out there because I’m still in my red puppy dog robe and pink minion slipper socks (so much for a PJ work morning)…I have to draw a line somewhere you know! I’ve already had strangers watch me dance with a donkey, chase pigs, hide behind my Jeep in my robe spying on animals, stand on my front porch in my robe taking pics, sing to llamas, run around with a goat behind me to get exercise, have melt downs in the middle of the pasture where I stomp my feet, waving my arms…well, you get it. I am NOT going to run down the street in a red puppy dog robe behind Chad who is in a suit and tie, chasing a llama! Nope, ain’t gonna do it! He was on his own!! He came back (without a llama), threw the trash can lid open, dug through the trash to find an empty sweet grain bag to trick those llamas into thinking he had a treat for them! Back out to the street he went to get his girls! One thing about 99.9% of farm animals, if they see a bag or cup of grain, they will follow you anywhere! It worked! Sweetie came galloping back with Violet a hoof or two behind her! He led them back through the gate, threw the bag down and let them attack it. I clapped and told him what a good Super Farmer he is, he glared at me without answering, waved to the nice man in the truck who was forced to stop as the Addie circus performed live before his very eyes, letting him know that it’s now safe to drive again.
At the moment, all is back to normal…whatever that is.
In this high wind, the chickens will stay inside the barn watching the world blow by. As they line up just inside the door silently looking out, I can just imagine what’s going on inside those tiny bird brains. This song comes to mind, chicken style…’I want to fly like an eagle to the yard…I want to fly like an eagle, let this breeze carry me…to the pasture…the humans back door…the bush…the trees! I want to fly like an eagle!’ Every now and then, one of those hens will sing that song to the point where she actually believes it! She waits for the next gust, steps outside, flaps her wings like there’s no tomorrow, and flys…sorta. For a brief second, she will soar through the air, wings spread out, head held high, her beady little eyes closed! She is an eagle…a real bird! Then she thuds back onto the hard ground, she gets up, fluffs up her feathers, shaking it off. The brave little hen proudly holds her head up, struts back to the barn where the other chickens welcome back their hero with feathered high-fives!
Oh my gosh, I almost made a spectacle of myself in public! Remi was waaaaaay in the back field so I called her while standing in the front pasture, by the road, in daylight, in the middle of the day. She was happy to see me standing there with a cup of grain in my hand and came running as fast as her short, stubby little legs (that I still cant figure out how they support her weight) could go with her tail wagging, making snorting and grunting sounds that only a pig could make. So, to show her how much I was happy to see her too. I did a little jig with my arms outstretched singing out her name. I was about 30 seconds into my farm dance when I realized, ‘hey! I’m outside…by the road’!! I stopped and quickly looked around to see if there was a traffic jam in front of the house with stopped cars and folks filming the crazy farmer lady who dances with pigs! Thank goodness nobody was there!
Remi caught up to me, nudged my leg with her piggy snout, looking up at me with adoring, I-love-you-so-much eyes…OR she was gazing at the cup of grain, daydreaming about golden pieces of food falling into her open mouth in slow motion!
This is so funny! I gave Remi Doodles a cookie for a treat. One of the turkeys ran up, grabbed it out of her chewing mouth and ran with it towards the barn. The pig stood there for a few seconds with a stunned look on her face…then she took off after the turkey who made a right turn and flapped towards the front pasture with the treat hanging out of her beak where Dunkay was standing watching the show. The pig caught up with the feathered fiend who dropped the yummy morsal. BUT, before the pig could gobble it up, the donkey galloped over and snatched the cookie a mere inch away from the pigs snout! Dunkay ate it without chewing as poor Remi stood there looking up at the cookie thief snorting. I scolded Dunkay but I could tell he didn’t care. He strutted past the unhappy, snorting pig with a smuged look on his face. I patted Remi on the head telling her sorry.
Okay this was funny. The neighbors to our right have a very long driveway since their house sits waaaaaay in the back. The 4 llamas were sitting, not standing, in the field next to each other facing their driveway. I’m always watching them out the window to make sure everyone is behaving themselves and for amusement…you never know when they’re going to put on a show! Today it was show time!
I could see that they were looking at something, so of course I go out and hide behind the Jeep in my red puppy dog robe. I want to see if it’s the gentleman with his fluff balls in the matching purple sweaters, the jogger in pink or something else I need to worry or laugh about. Well, today it was our neighbor waaaaay behind us. They have some kind of scooter thingy that he stands on. He puts his can on the front, stands behind it and down the driveway he goes! The llamas are curious little buggers and watched him going down the driveway on his scooter with his garbage container! It was so funny! All four heads moving from right to left watching a man and his trash can on a scooter! I swear I’m going to get cameras put up all around this farm! Four llamas…a man on his scooter with a trash can and me in a red puppy dog robe with minion slippers outside couching behind a Jeep peeking my head around it watching llamas watch the guy on his contraption!
These animals never cease to amuse me! I was watching them through the window doing a head count because you never know when one might jump the fence to freedom for the neighbors yard. I could see the llamas in the back pasture briskly walking towards the barn. And why were they half running towards the front? Remi Doodles took a stroll out to say good morning! They don’t want to socialize with a pig. So I grabbed my camera, and filmed them coming in. Of course I was in my red puppy dog robe and tried to hide behind the Jeep. I don’t want to blow up Facebook by being seen doing weird things like standing outside in the cold in a bright red puppy dog robe with pink minion slipper socks filming animals and talking to a pig!