City Mouse visits the Country
While I'm a city girl at heart, I enjoy a more rural setting from time to time .... so this afternoon my sister and I ventured north easterly to visit our other sister and her boyfriend at his house, which also happens to be a farm. They gave us a tour of the barn, hayloft, and sheds - kind of felt like those field trips you took in kindergarten to the farm. Still a lot of fun, too.
First there was Duke, the dog - who is, to quote Catherine, "not too clever". And truly, he isn't, although he's sweet. A German shepherd mix (mix of what, we don't know), who loves the snow, and will leap a foot or so in the air chasing after particles that have been kicked up. Apparently in the summer he doesn't know what to do with himself, with no snow to play with. He gave himself a nasty bump on the head this afternoon, as he came running into a dark shed after us, and ran smack into a trailer hitch with a loud clang (it was right at his head level). Poor (stupid) puppy ... he shook it off though, and seemed to be fine.
The other creatures of the farm are a horse, 4 cows, 5 pigs, many cats, and a baby goat. There are 2 mommy and 2 baby cows ... and the mommies are both pregnant again as well. They don't really do all that much but stand around and eat, but it was neat to be able to get up close to them. The pigs do pretty much the same - eat - but are slightly more active about it, pushing each other around for a place at the trough, or climbing over and around each other. Or blowing bubbles in their water bucket. The goat was the friendliest of the creatures (next to Duke) - he'd stand up on his hind legs with his hooves on the top of his fence to be petted, and to nibble at your jacket (he'd paw at you if you weren't paying attention). I let him chew on my hand as well - his teeth were flat, not sharp, so they couldn't do any damage. My coat seemed to be the one he liked to nibble on the best ... perhaps 'red' is his favorite flavour. Then he'd run around in the pen for a bit in a prancy way, then climb to the top of his 'mountain' (an overturned plastic patio chair). Apparently when the horse is inside, next to the goat, he'll stick his head down into the goat's pen for a kiss. Aww.
Thus ends my tale of a country excursion.
First there was Duke, the dog - who is, to quote Catherine, "not too clever". And truly, he isn't, although he's sweet. A German shepherd mix (mix of what, we don't know), who loves the snow, and will leap a foot or so in the air chasing after particles that have been kicked up. Apparently in the summer he doesn't know what to do with himself, with no snow to play with. He gave himself a nasty bump on the head this afternoon, as he came running into a dark shed after us, and ran smack into a trailer hitch with a loud clang (it was right at his head level). Poor (stupid) puppy ... he shook it off though, and seemed to be fine.
The other creatures of the farm are a horse, 4 cows, 5 pigs, many cats, and a baby goat. There are 2 mommy and 2 baby cows ... and the mommies are both pregnant again as well. They don't really do all that much but stand around and eat, but it was neat to be able to get up close to them. The pigs do pretty much the same - eat - but are slightly more active about it, pushing each other around for a place at the trough, or climbing over and around each other. Or blowing bubbles in their water bucket. The goat was the friendliest of the creatures (next to Duke) - he'd stand up on his hind legs with his hooves on the top of his fence to be petted, and to nibble at your jacket (he'd paw at you if you weren't paying attention). I let him chew on my hand as well - his teeth were flat, not sharp, so they couldn't do any damage. My coat seemed to be the one he liked to nibble on the best ... perhaps 'red' is his favorite flavour. Then he'd run around in the pen for a bit in a prancy way, then climb to the top of his 'mountain' (an overturned plastic patio chair). Apparently when the horse is inside, next to the goat, he'll stick his head down into the goat's pen for a kiss. Aww.
Thus ends my tale of a country excursion.
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