Guest being chased by a donkey!

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.

Car stickers and goats

Note to self…never attempt to put on a car license plate sticker with a goat nearby.

Yes, that’s right, I thought I’d better get my 2022 sticker on my license plate before Chad gets in trouble for not doing it. So, I went to my Jeep with the sticker still stuck on the registration paper to put it on.

As soon as I took that extremely sticky sticker off, goat Cocoa Latte came running up and put his little goat mouth on it thinking it was a tasty treat just for him! Yep, you guessed it, I played tug and war with a goat and the tiny orange sticker proving that I paid for my plates!

Fortunately, he didn’t eat it and I got it out of his mouth with little damage. I scolded him, pushed him away and tried to put it on the plate…key word…tried! That goofy goat head butted my hand just as I put it on my personalized plate causing it to be crooked. And, believe me, once those stickers are on, they ain’t never coming off. Grrrrr!

I stood there looking at my pitiful attempt, getting mad that my sticker was obviously sideways and featured goat saliva stains. But wait, there’s more, then he grabbed the registration out of my hand and ran towards goat friend Oreo to share the paper treat.

Yep, you again guessed correctly, Nancy ran after that dingbat goat before my Jeep registration became an afternoon snack for two naughty goats. Once again I played tug of war with a goat as the other one chewed on my coat.

What a sight that must have been! A wacky farmer lady tugging with a goat yelling at him as she pushed the other one away while it was eating her coat!

Why me?! Where’s Super Farmer (and his chewable coat) when you need him?! 🤔

Goats and buyers!

This was funny.

I sold something on a Facebook garage sale site and the guy came to pick it up. When he got here, I told him to stay behind the fence and that I would bring it to him because my goats where out in the yard and they’re worse than dogs when it comes to jumping up on people. In fact, they like to circle folks like a spinning top. I can’t walk to the barn with out those two dingbats acting like a merry-go-round as I push them them away from from me!

Anyhoo….I saw him pull up so I quickly grabbed his new treasure, slightly opened the door, peeked out to see where dip and dap were, and saw no animals anywhere (which always worries me…did they escape? Are they dead in the barn? Did aliens beam them up?). So I snuck out to meet the young man patiently waiting for me behind the fence when, out of nowhere, I see these two blobs of fur running towards me!

Now I’m running to the gate as these darn goats chase me. That poor guy, he was probably wondering if he should just run himself back to the car and get the heck outta there before this crazy lady carrying a large painting, running towards him with two goats loudly baaaaa’ing galloping behind her, crashed on him!

I got to the fence the same time the dingbats did, handed the shocked guy his prize as both goats stood beside me, one one each side with their front legs on the fence standing up straight. He took his painting, handed me the money as he looked at Cocoa Latte beside me (I had my arm around him like a dog) and I said to him, “darn goats, they’re worse than dogs!”
The nice man nodded with a half grin look of unbelief and walked backwards to his car to make sure nothing attempted to follow him from the funny farm!

Searching with Mother!

My mini mother marathon yesterday turned into another search party!

All I was suppose to do was take her to the bank…simple, fast, easy. Riiiiight!

Mother lost her garage door opener! Yep. She put it on her car trunk with her many magazines that she believes I want to read after she’s done with them and when we were finally ready to leave, was it there?

Noooooooooo!

Mother insisted that she left the not so small garage door opener on the 16″ pile of magazines on her trunk. I put my hand up to my forehead and shook my head in my famous ‘here we go again’ shake!

A new search has begun. Just 10 days ago Chad and I spent hours, maybe days looking for mother’s teeth that she put on the pillow next to her head for safe keeping. Every other week, I’m helping Mother to locate her mail box key that she was sure she had in her hand 30 seconds before I got there!

I probably should invest in a hard hat with a flashlight attached to it, knee pads and a long stick that can grab ahold of anything hiding under dressers, beds, lazyboy chairs and behind toilets (yep, eeewww).

Mother and I looked under, behind, between, into, around and around until I got dizzy. We went through the trash, pushed aside rocks outside and inside the freezer. Did we find it?
No we did not!

Finally, after an hour of forcing my arthritis to flare up in joints and muscles I never knew existed, I took a picture of her garage door machine with the model number and informed my mother who was half buried in the trash can that I was going to order two brand new ones on Amazon tonight. No more searching! (my body can’t take it)

Thank goodness it wasn’t her teeth again, I draw the line at ordering dentures from Amazon!

Sheesh. 👵💖💡

How to overcome boredom in the barn

Yep, I saw this yesterday at Walmart and thought to myself, ‘oh my gosh! I gotta have this for the barn!’The barn you ask? Yes…the barn!

We could hang it just inches from Dunkay and the llama’s heads providing hours of fun for bored animals that are crammed inside the barn all winter with nothing to do but annoy each other due to boredom! Instead of pushing each other out of the warm spot, they could have hours of fun looking up at Santa wondering why in the heck a fat guy is floating around, who is that present for with the teddy bear that looks like its about to fall out, and what sweet goodies are hidden inside?

Dunkay will be fascinated with the pretty colors, after all, the only colors in the barn are browns and green (he loves green, the color of hay!) mixed with black. I can picture the donkey going in circles under Santa with a puzzled look on his fuzzy face trying to come up with ways to get up there and see what’s in that box with the red ribbon all the while wondering if that teddy bear cuddles? After all, he’s always wanted a bear to cuddle up with at bedtime!

I can also imangine that the llamas would be interested in it for about 24.2 seconds. They are smarter than the average bear…quickly figuring out that this Santa is not the one who will be bringing them presents in 3 short weeks. So they will stare at it, glance at each other in a ‘you got to be kidding’ look, spit at it for a reaction, and when they don’t get one, trot back to the warm spot and start up the argument of who gets to stand in it first.

Once settled, mini-pig Remi will watch indifferently as Dunkay persists and starts jumping up and down under the inflatable to make Santa move from to side…so let the games begin!

Yep, I gotta get one for the barn! Hopefully tom Turkey BOB won’t see jolly St. Nick as yet another intruder on his turf and fly up to rip it open!

#addieacres

Fun with Mother in Al’s

Well, it was my M.M. (mother marathon) day.
As always, it was an adventure mixed with comedy, unbelief, and ‘only us’.

Mother had to go to Al’s. Not the one in LP! Noooooooo….she absolutely had to go to the one in MC! Of course, she didnt tell me this until we were within one block of the Al’s here.
So, I turned the Jeep around and headed for Michigan City grumbling under my breath. Mother yip yapped about old lady things all the way there…things that scare me and that I don’t want to hear about!

We got to the Michigan City Al’s and got in with no problem. We santized her cart, readjusted her mask, lectured her about social distancing and let her go! She took off at turtle speed and weaved herself around people keeping her required space between them and her. I took off in the opposite direction to find things I didn’t need.

After a couple of days or hours, maybe minutes…I found her in the dairy aisle. I passed her going the opposite direction…we nodded at each other and kept our distance. I needed to turn around and went back down the aisle in the opposite direction. Mother had to turn around too, and we passed each other again on the opposite side. But, again…I had to turn around, I did, only to find Mother coming at me again!

We stopped in the middle across from each other where Mother accused me of spying on her to make sure her mask was on. I assured her that I just needed to turn around to find my items…three times. So I asked her why SHE was going up and down the same aisle? She couldn’t remember.

Then, I’m not kidding, she got her finger stuck in a little loop in the seat by the handle! Really? First she loses her teeth earlier this week and now her finger is stuck in a tiny hole on the cart? Mother is working and working trying to unstuck her finger! I’m rolling my eyes and she’s getting mad as her mask goes in and out with her angry breathing!

I kept expecting to hear on the intercom, “Security, there are two wacky ladies lost in aisle 5 and one seems to be stuck on her cart!” Only to hear someone respond, “I see them Bob, I’m video taping them for evidence of why I need a raise!”

Animals Working it Out!

Someone told me about how, back in the day when they were a teacher in an elementary school, she disciplined kids who fought on the playground by making them walk around holding hands. Then the teacher and two kids would eat lunch together to help them see each other’s differences.

Well I thought about this quite a bit wondering if I could get Dunkay and Remi to become BFF’s by making them hang out together more.
Yep, a donkey and fat potbelly pig forced to sit with each other and eat lunch then walk the pasture side by side.

This is how I imagined it would go!

I went out to feed the dingbats and who did I find in the barn next to the hay mound squabbling again? Yep, Dunkay and Remi! I had had enough of those two acting like wild animals and threw my cup of tasty goat grain down. I marched over to the two cry babies who were wailing out their complaints to me and demanded that they “sit down!”

They sorta glanced at each other snickering when I stomped my foot letting them both know that llama mama wasn’t messing around. The pig and donkey quickly plopped down on their hind haunches and looked up at mommy with her glaring eyes, smoke coming from her ears and tapping foot.

I proceeded with my famous speech about barn etiquette, being nice to the other animal’s who share their space, how God sees all, setting an example for the younger animals and most of all, how life will be easier for them if I’m not angry all the time! I can see them nod their heads in agreement making me ease up on my threats of no grain for a year and sleeping with the chickens for punishment.

Then, I pointed to the door telling them to walk to the pasture and talk about how they can get along better. Remi and Dunkay grudgingly trotted (well, Remi swayed!) out the door to go to the back pasture in peace. I smiled at my accomplishment, picked up my now empty duck grain cup and went about my barn duties when I heard Dunkay loudly hee haw, the pig grunt and a late-to-the-party alpaca scream!

I ran out to the back pasture to find that they became BFF’s alright…only to find them terrorizing the llamas and had poor Lincoln cornered to tease him! They figured if they had to be best buds, might as well have fun by making the other animals cower at the sight of a menacing dynamic duo together.

I can’t win. 🐷

Mother in the Parking Lot!

Fun With Mother

I had my M.M. (Mother Marathon) Day on Wednesday and I have to admit, it went pretty well! I only lost her one time in the parking lot. I know, you’re probably wondering ‘how do you lose a little old lady who walks slower than a snail in a parking lot directly from the door?’

Well, apparently it’s not hard at all. She got herself out the door and headed for a basket just a few feet away. I got out of my Jeep, went around to her side and she’s not there. Huh?! It took me less than 10 seconds to get out the Jeep and walk around to where she was supposed to be!

I stood there for a minute scratching my head thinking all kinds of crazy things like, ‘Oh my gosh, Scotty beamed her up! A van pulled up and 6 burly men jumped out, pushed her in the rusty old van as they ducked her cane coming down on their heads. Then, sped down the lane onto the highway and are in Michigan already! There’s an invisible sink hole and she’s under ground! She was never really with me!!’

As I stood there fighting with my over active imagination, she came up behind me and purposely bumped me with the cart demanded to know why I am just standing there looking confused? I asked her where she went and Mother gleefully held up a coupon. She saw it sitting on the ground just 3 cars from ours, so she bolted to retrieve it before someone else saw it!

Mother got a new coupon and I felt relieved that she wasn’t going be sued by 6 burly men because she hit them in the head with her cane resulting in a crashed van!

All is well!!

Lost!

Not only is this embrassing but it is so us!

We were going down 150N when we noticed a garage sale about 4 blocks from the farm in one of the subdivisions. Of course we drove past with our normal banter of…
‘There’s a garage sale!’
I saw it
Well don’t you want to go?
Where?
The garage sale we just drove past!!
There’s a sale?
Just turn around so we can go (slaps arm)’

So we turned around in the hardest driveway there is and headed back.
We passed it.
Another slap to his arm and he finds the second most difficult driveway to back out of, and away we go!
The banter continues and what does HE do? Yep…passed it!
We went up and down a 3 block stretch of road 4 times!!!

I’m sure if there were folks sitting on their porch, they called everyone they knew saying things like, ‘yep those wacky llama farmers are at it again! They’re lost on their own road! Heck I can see their farm from here!
And those llamas of theirs are upset cause they can see them driving around!! ‘

Delivery day!!

True Story.

The delivery guy from Christo’s came up to the front door to drop off a blessing of creamy vegetable soup and cheesecake from someone. When I opened the door, he was acting a bit nervous.

He said he thought the llamas were mad that he was there because they were all lined up at the gate staring at him as he entered and walked past them. Yep, they were and so were BOB and Remi who I’m sure smelled the food before he even got out of the car. Apparently, he has never seen a real llama up close in a yard chilling.

As soon as I started to talk in my obviously sick voice and sounding like an alien from Mars, his eyes got wide, took a step back, handing me the sack in horror! I told him not to worry, I don’t have COVID-19, just Strep Throat (like identifying the highly contagious, painful virus would make him feel better?!).
I continued to carefully tell him not to worry about the llamas, they’re just curious about him, wondering if he has food for them.

Well, the poor guy had food and he’s trying to back away from me AND keep an eye on those llamas at the same time! I think I saw him do the sign of the Cross before he ran, not walked, RAN out the gate and sped down the driveway!

We can now add Christo’s to our long list of delivery people who play the rock-scissors-paper game to see who gets to walk up to our front door and hopefully live to tell about it when our address pops up on the screen! So much fun watching usually confident delivery folks come undone at the sight of guard llamas!!

Postscript. Turns out today was a twofer as the Amazon delivery guy got halfway in the yard and heard my raspy voice from the doorway, observed the llamas then bolted in like fashion. 😁

Fun with mother

Fun with mother

I was relaxing on my back porch swing counting how many times those goats can baaaaaa in 30 seconds, which is surprisingly a lot (I lost count at 326). The sedating effect of goats calls, while keeping my feet under the swing so the casually strolling llamas wouldn’t step on them, started a vivid daydream.

I started envisioning my never ending list of chores for Super Farmer when my phone rudely startled me out of my personal twilight zone. It was mother! Mother locked her keys in the car at Krogers and needed me to rescue her. Goodbye relaxing afternoon with the non stop bleating of goats who think they’re starving 24/7.

I found mother at the Kroger exit leaning on her cart frantically waving at me to make sure I saw her. Of course, the 6 cars behind me noticed her waving and each one stopped to ask her if she needed help. Also, every person who walked out of the store politely asked her if she needed assistance.

I could hear her loudly say, “no thank you, my baby is here to help me…that’s her over there in the blue jeep with flower stickers…she’s Addie Acres! Have you heard of her? She takes pics and every news station in America puts them on! Yes, thats my baby! Oh look she’s turning around! Everyone wave!! I pull up next to mother and pull up my mask to hide as mother now has a small crowd around her waving at me!

I get mother into the Jeep only to hear a 10 minute story about how she thought she lost her keys and searched the store, talking to clerks, managers, shoppers and a watermelon or two! She finally found them on her front seat safely locked in. So off we go to her house located on the other side of town.

On the way, she asked if we could please stop at Walgreens to pick up the one magazine that she absolutely must have…she couldn’t find it at Krogers. So me, being the good baby, I mean daughter I am, stopped at the family friendly drugstore to search high and low for mother’s Closer magazine. I found it within 5.8 seconds! I was so proud of myself!! I got back into the Jeep handed mother her must-have-cannot- live-without mag only to hear …”this is last week’s! I read this one! Take it back!”

Whaaaat?! I started to protest that it has this week’s date on it when she narrowed her eyes at me and said, “fine! I will take it back! I read this one!” I took a deep breath, got out of my Jeep, walked around to the other side and got mother out so she could protest to the clerk that they are selling last weeks magazine!!

Mother got her money back, the clerk got a lecture, I got embrassessed again and we slowly walked back to the Jeep with complaining that the place was selling last week’s magazine and now she has nothing to read!

And, so it goes…fun with mother today!