This evening Huffle decided we would go to the local goat farm for some free goat poo for the vegetable garden. Sounds easy enough? Well it wasn’t. It was a proper adventure.
First of all, we got the directions wrong and ended up miles in the wrong direction. We took two cars so we could fill up as many bags and tubs as we could.
We finally got to a run down old farm with a falling down barn and an old lady and her dog. The barn was full of goats all in pens made of pallets and scrappy bits of wood. She showed us into a pen with two goats and a floor two foot high of trampled down goat poo. Huffle and Small started shovelling, but not before the two goats were ushered out to play with Smallest. Smallest just laughed a lot and once or twice I had my coat sleeve chewed because I wasn’t paying “Fancy Pants” enough attention.
The woman told us about the fact she rented the farm, the electric had gone off in the barn and the woodwork was all done by herself and she wasn’t a carpenter (well that was a surprise as it resembled a goat shanty town with nails sticking out everywhere. The goat next to the one the poo was in was called McNugget. He was naughty, but not naughty enough to do what he was brought in to do #winkwink. She said she hated him and we were to ignore him. While we were ‘ignoring’ him, he jumped over the wall of his pen and broke through the fabulous carpentry and tried to annoy the dog who just had pups.
So there were two goats outside playing with Smallest and I, one rampaging goat bothering the pups and some more shut in their pens. When we had enough and wanted to leave, Huffle felt sorry for the old lady and tried to help her get the goat back on his broken pen. Small stood at the door protecting me and himself with a stick, Huffle had a broom so he looked scary and the lady was throwing things at it. Once it was beyond crazy and scared and done several laps of the barn, Small finally trapped it near its pen and we got it inside. During this scuffle, Smallest hid in the car. Huffle put up a piece of wood to secure McNugget while Small got Fancy Pants, Blind Long Horn and Riley back in their respective pens and secured them.
At this point we tried to leave but the lady wanted to talk to us. She was desperate for an electrician handy man, none of which we knew. She had had several break ins so didn’t want to advertise that she lived alone.
What an adventure. That’ll teach Huffle to try and save a few pennies!!
First of all, we got the directions wrong and ended up miles in the wrong direction. We took two cars so we could fill up as many bags and tubs as we could.
We finally got to a run down old farm with a falling down barn and an old lady and her dog. The barn was full of goats all in pens made of pallets and scrappy bits of wood. She showed us into a pen with two goats and a floor two foot high of trampled down goat poo. Huffle and Small started shovelling, but not before the two goats were ushered out to play with Smallest. Smallest just laughed a lot and once or twice I had my coat sleeve chewed because I wasn’t paying “Fancy Pants” enough attention.
The woman told us about the fact she rented the farm, the electric had gone off in the barn and the woodwork was all done by herself and she wasn’t a carpenter (well that was a surprise as it resembled a goat shanty town with nails sticking out everywhere. The goat next to the one the poo was in was called McNugget. He was naughty, but not naughty enough to do what he was brought in to do #winkwink. She said she hated him and we were to ignore him. While we were ‘ignoring’ him, he jumped over the wall of his pen and broke through the fabulous carpentry and tried to annoy the dog who just had pups.
So there were two goats outside playing with Smallest and I, one rampaging goat bothering the pups and some more shut in their pens. When we had enough and wanted to leave, Huffle felt sorry for the old lady and tried to help her get the goat back on his broken pen. Small stood at the door protecting me and himself with a stick, Huffle had a broom so he looked scary and the lady was throwing things at it. Once it was beyond crazy and scared and done several laps of the barn, Small finally trapped it near its pen and we got it inside. During this scuffle, Smallest hid in the car. Huffle put up a piece of wood to secure McNugget while Small got Fancy Pants, Blind Long Horn and Riley back in their respective pens and secured them.
At this point we tried to leave but the lady wanted to talk to us. She was desperate for an electrician handy man, none of which we knew. She had had several break ins so didn’t want to advertise that she lived alone.
What an adventure. That’ll teach Huffle to try and save a few pennies!!
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😂😂 sounds like a fun outing! xx
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