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.
Theres a study that came out suggesting that women age 53 and older should never wear jeans again! Yeah right. I don’t think so. Me wearing nice pants to the barn. I can just see it…I walk into the barn wearing nice pants…the animals stop what they’re doing (like pushing each other out of the warm spot, eating, spitting at ‘that creature’, rubbing their butts on the barn door, eating) they look at me, then at each other…they stampede out the door because in their eyes, the mama is looking weird, which means she’s going to do something that they either 1: hate…2: don’t agree with, 3: let ‘that creature’ out of her pen who they can’t stand, 4: catch them, or 5: not feed them! Of course, ‘that creature’ Remi Doodles won’t care! She will still be grunting, snorting and dancing around her pen being a happy little pig cause mama is going to feed her!
Therefore, this old farm lady will not be retiring her jeans!
This is so funny. This is an actual conversation that chad and I had today!
me: did you feed your pig?
chad: I keep telling you, it’s not MY pig!
me: whatever. Did you feed MY pig?
chad: I haven’t been out to the barn, so no dear, I didn’t feed YOUR pig.
Me: well…are you going to feed her?
chad: why can’t you go out there?
Me: I’m not on barn duty today
Chad: seriously? Your not going out there?!
me: why should I?! Your here! Feed the pig!
chad: our lives are being run by a stupid pig!
Me: just feed her, she’s probably mad by now!
chad: I don’t care if she’s mad…she’s a pig!
me: oh honey, you know they all love you out there
Chad: your not funny
Me: oh, I’m funny…I write about you all the time and they (you all) think I’m funny!
Chad: growling noises
I was sitting in my comfy chair by the big picture window, drinking my coffee, watching the natives as they frolicked in the pasture…actually, they were racing each other to the new patch of green grass that was trying to spring up…planning my day when I figured out that my thoughts aren’t normal. This is what was running through my mind…’gosh, it’s nice out. I wonder what I should do. I know, I think I’ll let the pig out and chase her all around the farm for some exercise, we both could lose a few pounds. Heck, maybe I can get her to harass the llamas just for fun!!’
I mean, who else thinks that way in the early morning? I sit here and think of ways to amuse myself by chasing and harassing llamas and a pig! Aaarrrgghhh!!!
Well, its always interesting at the farm. Most folks love us but I think there are a few who would rather avoid us at all cost…like the mailman, joggers, families going for bike rides, or folks who want to walk their pooches down a nice, quiet, picturesque country road. Saturday was one of those days for our neighbors, the mail lady, walkers, and joggers. It started with the mail lady who use to like us. I was in the barn scolding the pig for wrecking Super Farmers latest attempt to keep her in as Laci and Dunkay stood there smirking, enjoying the pigs lecture, when I hear Biscuit barking away. I know that bark, it means somebody has arrived and is either at the gate waiting to see if the 90 lb pit is going to lick them or attack. Or it was somebody brave enough to walk through and is now being licked to death. Our mail lady came through the gate, up the walk and made it to the door with a package when Biscuit figured out that there was a new human to become friends with. Of course, like most dogs, they run to the new potential ‘salt block’ barking out a greeting. Biscuit is big, powerful and has a deep scary bark. So by the time I got out of the barn, I could see the mail lady had herself safely between the glass door and the front door as Biscuit sat in front barking and wagging his tail. I ran up to her apologizing, told her he’s like most males, all talk and no action…she wouldn’t come out of her safe zone until I had his collar firmly in my hand. She nervously laughed and explained how her son’s have Pits but you never know about other peoples. I totally understand. She gave Bisk a pat, he gave her a lick and she quickly went out the gate. As soon as she drove away, Biscuit squirmed out of my hand and ran to the fence barking like a mad dog again. There was a young lady all in pink jogging towards the farm. He ran to the fence, she crossed over to the other side, he followed her down the fence line, she picked up the pace to a run, I yelled sorry, she ran faster. I called the big black terror back to me to go in the house when he took off again. The older gentleman with the two fluff balls in matching purple coats was walking by again…you would think that after 5 years, he would know that walking past our farm is NOT a pleasant road to excerise your little fluff balls! Biscuit barked, they bark back as he struggles to keep them from winding the leash around his legs. Of course the alpaca looks up then yells out his warning call, which he does every time he spots a dog (or pig) he doesn’t recognize or like (the pig), the donkey hee haws at all the commotion, and Nancy is yelling at everyone to shut up. After the fluff balls got out of sight, all animals big and small at the farm settled down and went back harassing each other. I then asked God to please not let anyone else jog by, walk past or stop over!
Fun with mother
I picked up my mom the other day because her back was hurting and she wanted to go shopping. I helped her get bundled up, and got her safely into the Jeep without falling or having our feet freeze to the ground before we got there…she walks slow…really slow.
We get in the Jeep, I turn to face her and ask where would she would like to go on this below zero wind chill day (I’m hoping she suggest someplace that has close parking to the door), she looks deeply into my eyes thinking…I’m tapping the steering wheel waiting. She lites up and says with enthusiasm, “I know, lets go somewhere differnt, someplace exciting”! Now I perk up and get excited! Oh boy, a fun trip with my mom! What great adventure awaits us? I can hardly contain myself! I say, “hey that sounds like fun! Where to mommy!?” She gleefully looks at me, puts her fist in the air, and yells out, “Krogers”!! Huh? I do a cartoon head shake complete with noise, and ask, “come again”? She happily says, “Krogers! I haven’t been to Kroger in ages, I love Krogers! Don’t you honey”? I can feel my adventure spirit deflate as I sorta listen to her go on and on about Krogers. Now don’t get me wrong, I like the store, I fill my gas tank up there every week and I like to stand in front of their freshly made doughnuts and drool. But I thought we were going somewhere different, exciting, adventurous! I backed the Jeep out of her driveway as she is still going on and on about how she just loves the place…me, I’m not that thrilled…I was just there. I gotta tell you…I was wrong…it was an adventure! She had to use the scooter for the first time because her back hurt!
Part two coming up!
Fun with mother part 2
I got mother into the store without falling and asked her if she wanted to use the scooter because her back was hurting. She looked the machine up and down and said to me, “no, those things are for old people who can’t walk”. Really? She’s 84 and can barely walk because her back is aching! I tried to convince her that she needs to use it…if she doesn’t, her back pain will be worse after we’re done. She was not going to use it, she can walk just fine as long as she has her cane and a cart! I shrugged my shoulders, got her a cart and away we went to have an adventure at Krogers! We got down the first isle by the bread when she stopped, looked at me with annoyance and whispered, “I need that darn scooter”. I rubbed it in a bit, and said,”I told you mom, you just have to act old sometimes and use the scooter”! Then she proceeds to tell me that she can’t walk back to it, I have to get it for her. Whaaaat?! I’m now looking at her with annoyance! She kinda flips her wrist at me and says,”go along now and get that thing”. I sharply turn on my heel and head back to the front of the store to ride a scooter back to my mother. I’m not happy…the place is jammed pack with folks, I can tell that most of them recognize me by the way they’re smiling at me. I get on the contraption and head back towards mother. I nod my head at a few folks as they look at me with a worried expression. I go to the spot where I left my mom and is she there? Nooooooo! She can’t get far, she walks slower than a snail plus her back hurts! I go around the corner, no mother. I backed it up which makes it beep loudly so everyone has to turn around to look and step aside. I go down another isle and find her using her cane to get a box of rice down from the top shelf. She gets more boxes than she wants and I have to pick them up. I get her settled on the scooter and explain how to use it. She says she understands and takes off like a bat out of hell and runs into a display that of course knocks down more boxes that I have to pick up! She backs up and beeps and gets stuck sideways. Really? Stuck? How can you get stuck?! She angrily says” what is wrong with this thing”?! I’m trying to explain to her again how to make it go forward, how to stop, and please stop backing up! I wish I wasn’t so frustrated because I needed to film what she did next!! She got the thing straightened out and then drove it like she was learning how to drive a 1950s car with a clutch! She bunny hopped that scooter throughout the whole store as her cane stuck out the front warning people to move out of the way. Well, I guess I got my adventure! I was never so glad to leave a place as I was that day at Krogers!
You know, I kind of feel sorry for city folk. When they go out, they step into a concrete world with buildings so tall they block the sun and blue skies. They push their way through hundreds of people who have their faces downward, texting or reading their phones that seem plastered to their hands. Nobody makes eye contact, the only words spoken are things like, “watch it, move, I’m in a hurry, stop that bus, I was here first”! They weave in and out through bodies with distint hearts, they step over and ignore their fellow human beings who sit or lay with empty stomachs that are in their path. The only sounds they hear is the non stop honking of horns, words that are disrespectful, sirens in the far background, constant construction banging. A lonely world with millions people in the same place. Now, us country folks…we love to be outside! As soon as I step out that back door, I take in the fresh air. I need to squint my eyes because of the bright sunshine. I stop for a few seconds to listen to the song birds that greet me, they are cheerfully chirping in the huge oak tree, leaves rustling in the wind. I can hear the ‘hee-haw’ of Dunkay because he just spotted me. I walk through green grass into an open field surrounded by colorful trees! Hundreds of Queen Anns Lace swaying in a gentle breeze, monarch butterflies flutter past me to get to them. Instead of pushing my way through people who don’t care about me, I go through llamas who come to greet me, and maneuver around a goat who seems to enjoy my company, I walk around a fat mini horse and even fatter donkey who perk up when they get sight of me! I’m always greeted by a potbelly pig who wags her tail in excitement, along with the sounds of her snorting, the turkeys chirping, the rooster crowing good morning, the barn kitties meowing as they rub their affection on my legs! I’m blessed by the smell of freshly cut hay instead of exhaust fumes. After working in the barn and being with animals, I can walk the property with my loyal Pit as the llamas follow along inside the fence, taking in the beauty that God created for His peoples enjoyment. At night, instead of looking out of a high rise window to see thousands of other windows, I can gaze up into the skies and marvel at the millions of stars that were hand placed by my creator. I go to bed at night with the man I love, the dog who protects me, knowing that I have a herd of mixed fur babies a few feet away from the house who will greet me in the morning, happy to see me!
Yep, I love the farm life and all the hard work that goes along with it. Millons of folks love the big city, but gosh, it just seems like so many miss out on so much. I’m blessed to be a country gal…I wouldn’t give this up for anything. My daddy was born and raised on a little farm in KS, so it comes to me naturally. Its in my blood, and forever in my heart!