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.
My morning routine…
I wake up to the annoying sound of C.S. (short for chicken soup) on purpose, crowing beneath my bedroom window which is loud enough to shake the glass. I go through my list of ways to make chicken casseroles, soup, dinner, lunch, breakfast, desert, snack…you name a food with chicken in it, I’ve already day dreamed about it a 1000 times in the wee hours of the morning! After wishing him bodily harm for a half hour, I get up, gearing myself for the doggie dance. I need to manuver, step over, side step, jump past, and tip toe around 3 dogs who have been doing the ‘jump on and off the bed’ game in rythem to C.S.’s cock-a-doodle-dooooooo song. I then race the fur babies to my door hoping to get there first so I can actually open the door standing in front of it, not reaching so far I almost fall over because they are lined up like soldiers in front. Unfotunatly, 99.9% of the time, I don’t make it. I get the door open and they race like wild beast down the stairs, around the corner (one or two always slides on the wood floor leaving scratch marks), knocks over a cat or two which makes them screech, claws batting at dog faces, which makes the dogs growl and bark at the feline, which means there is now a cat/dog fight in the middle of my living room! Good news, as soon as I catch up to everyone and they see me, the claws are put away, the growling stops and ALL of them are now racing for the back door! Again, I have to stretch my body like a rubber band and reach for the handle to let the circus clowns out! I open the door and 5 furry bodies are shoving, pushing, growling, screeching, racing to the only tree in their area…3 dogs are watering it, 2 cats are climbing it, and I’m slamming the door shut so I can have 40 seconds of peace!
Yep, thats how I get the old blood pumping in the morning!
Well, it’s sale day and we all know what that means! My son Kyle comes to babysit all of God’s creatures, big and small, who live here on the farm. I’m thankful he even showed up this time. He wouldn’t talk to me for a full week after his last babysitting job here at the farm, and when I did get him to come back over for a visit, he trembled at the mere mention of Dunkay’s name and narrowed his eyes at me when I talked about the llamas. I had to bribe him with extra money and the promise to put Dunkay in the far back pasture that he can’t get out of (fingers crossed). Right now Kyle is eating a huge country farm breakfast for lots of energy and fuel for when that donkey escapes and chases the llamas which will make all 4 spit at every animal especially Dillon because he’s old and won’t be able to get out of their way, who will then BAAAAAAAAA so loud and long that the turkeys will get irritated to the point that they will peck at the chickens, who will flap their wings at the ducks because they know they hate that, who will take out their frustration on the barn kitties, who will fight each other and screech inside the barn that amplifies it to a horrible sound that will scare the neighborhood kids to the point they cry and run to mommy, who will then call the cops because it sounds like somebody is being tortured! (taking breath!) So I’m sure that within an hour after I leave, the cops will show up with their guns drawn, lurking around the house! Kyle will have to come out of the house with his arms raised high over his head and explain that it isn’t him…its that ‘thing’ over there in the pasture chasing everyone. I’m sure the nice police men will put down their weapons, wrap a sympathetic arm around my son and reassure him that the donkey will settle down in 3 or 4 hours…after all, every police officer within 50 miles, knows all about Dunkay and what he’s capable of. I think Dunkay has a mug shot at the LP station…heck, they probably throw darts at his pic! Yep, Kyle is going to have lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots of fun!!!
Well…the first ‘sorta snowfall’ was this morning. Chicken Soup ran from the barn and planted himself under my bedroom window and COCK-A-DOODLE-DOOOOOOOOOOD until he saw me shaking my fist at him through the curtains. He didn’t want me to miss this season’s first snow flakes floating around! He strutted off to chase a turkey or two and I grumpily got up to make coffee and check the internet for new recipes for meaty soup. I sat on the couch with my growling Chihuahua and decided to look out the picture window to make sure all llamas were behaving themselves. Well, they were excitedly chasing snow flakes. Lincoln chased a flake past Sammie who was running in the opposite direction chasing his own flake as Sweetie stood there with her head turned toward the heavens, her tongue out catching flakes. Violet doesn’t like snow, so she was in the barn hiding…claiming the only warm spot. I thought to myself ‘oh good, they’ll be occupied all morning’. Yep…they all like the first couple of snowfalls….after that, they hide in the barn and fight with the donkey for the only warm spot as Dillon loudly baaaaaaaaaas because nobody will let him anywhere near the toasty corner with all the hay! Yep, I can’t wait for winter. I better make sure Super Farmer has a new pair of winter boots because I’m already making excuses why I can’t go out to the barn for the next 4 months. Come to think of it, that thought makes me almost anticipate the blistering cold and blowing to come!
So…this morning I got up way to early because C.S. was bored and needed to crow loud and long so he could annoy every living creature within 6 miles. I went outside to throw one of chads farm boots at him when I noticed the ground was covered in frost. It was beautiful! Just glistening in the sun that was trying to break through the clouds. So I ran back inside, grabbed Lil Red, and ran back outside before it melted. I sprinted towards Sammie and Sweetie, my red puppy dog robe flapping behind me as Biscuit trotted alongside me. Both llamas looked up, saw me coming, and moved to the side so that crazy farm lady could safely run between them. I said “thanks guys” out of the side of my mouth as I glanced at Sammie standing there with a mouthful of frozen grass. I went out the gate, searched for something pretty to take a pic of, when I noticed a neighbor walking past with a pup. Of course, all could’ve been fine if Biscuit hadn’t seen them. He ran to the fence acting like a rabid dog which made the man and pup stop and look my way. Mr Neihbor saw me, and waved. I ducked behind a tree, loudly whispered at Biscuit to shut up, and waited for the street to be empty again so I could find my next pic! I found my tiny flowers encased in ice, snapped a few pics, looked to see if the coast was clear to run back to the house, when a jogger came down the street. He nodded at me as he went past. Biscuit followed him along the fence acting like a maniac which gave me enough time to escape back to my house before anyone else came walking, jogging, or driving by!
I hope you all enjoyed the pics!
Silly me. I thought I would snuggle down on the couch this morning with my steamy hot cup of joe, and work on my pics from yesterday. Well…its kinda hard to move when I have an old dog beside me snoring, his back legs twitching, a growling Chihuahua on my lap (under my red puppy dog robe of course) a 90 lb pitbull laying across my feet and two cats behind each shoulder…one paws at my hand as I try to move my fingers, the other one swipes at my hair. Yep, I’m good and relaxed! NOT!!
One of our hens sounds like a raptor. Its downright creepy especially when its foggy outside. You can hear this prehistoric Bird sound, but you can’t see it…only the fog swirling around something dark and small. She does this ‘clucking screech’ walking past the house, in the back pasture and inside the barn that amplify’s it to the point you are saying prayers and making the sign of the cross to make it go away. I’ve been trying to get this sound on film but as soon as I turn on the camera, get it focused and pointed towards the terrifying screeching chicken, she shuts up…looks at me like, “what”, then winks at me! She knows…I swear she knows that I’m trying to capture her screech on film!
Okay, this was weird. Lincoln and Violet were both screaming out their warning call as all four llamas and the donkey were staring past the field towards the woods behind our farm. So me, being the concerned, or more like the nosey farm mama, went out and stood with them trying to figure out what kind of predator was stalking my animals. I had all four (and a donkey) surrounding me, two are yelling and I’m squinting to see anything that might be ready to attack, kill, and destroy! After a few tense minutes of screaming llamas, we could see the weeds moving, kinda like Jurassic Park…you can’t see the monster, but its getting closer as the weeds part, twigs snap, the ground trembles! We all took a step backwards, Dunkay got behind me, Violet ran towards the gate, Sweetie fainted, Sammie whimpered, and Lincoln…he charged forward yelling out his war cry! And what jumped out at us as we all gasped at the same moment? A barn cat! Yep, that’s right…a 6 lb kitty cat! Lincoln looked at me confused, Dunkay went back to chasing leaves, Sweetie got up and trotted away. And the kitty? She came up and rubbed herself on my legs. From now on, I’m not going out there to see why everyone is so upset unless I see trees snapping in two! Sheesh.