Unwritten farm moments
In watching many TLC reality television series with my mother when times were good between us, we eventually came to have this inside joke together that went something along the lines of one of us saying, “So, in our reality series, ___ wouldn’t make it to TV, but ___ definitely would.” We came up with hypothetical scenes — from riding in the gator and one of my prissy city friends (or a particular cousin) coming to visit and catching a fly in her mouth, to moving furniture from my mom’s house to Mimi’s house/the big truck storage trailer with her tractor.
Obviously, vlogging failed after numerous tries for me, and a reality series starring my extremely dysfunctional family never happened, so these are the lessons I learned, yet never learned, thanks to living on a farm… where I miss living, if only because of the seclusion, nature, freedom, and pretty scenery.
Todd as a kitten, as an adult
On many, many occasions, he fell off my bed. Have you ever read the studies regarding cats acting more like their owners? I haven’t, but since I’ve always found cats interesting, I’ve studied them and found this to be true for every cat I’ve ever met/known.
If you’ve ever seen me in person, you’ve likely seen me trip over flat surfaces, run straight into walls, and fall upstairs, downstairs, and off the most random of things (even the counters).
During the times I have visited him, I’ve noticed the habit/behavior has stuck, as it continues with me.
Furthermore, it is still he who owns me, as he still knows how to make me follow him, give him what he wants, and continue to spoil him like there’s no tomorrow.
Another thing he and I share: Asperger’s.
Miniature donkeys: 100; Humans: 0
You can put them in a lot with barbed wire fences, wooden fences, grid fences, electric fences, metal fences — anything — and they will always find a way. It’s like they’ve always got a will, and you know what they say about those: When there’s a will, there’s a way.
Maybe the problem is that we always had to reel them back in/over to us with feed, which they probably wound up seeing as some sort of treat; whatever the case, they were always a pain, they always got out, and we always had to spend countless hours at all the odd hours of the night trying to get them back inside. The only good they ever did was keep the coyotes away.
Similarly to what Galleria tells Derek in The Cheetah Girls, “Just know that you can audition five times, but you’re still gonna lose.”
The roosters will ALWAYS chase you
…for no reason at all.
You could be walking to the barn, or you could be walking to your vehicle — wherever you are in reachable distance, he WILL find you; he plotted to murder you quicker than that cat you’ve had for two years.
So take a brick out with you just in case.
(I kid. But I would take sticks and throw them at him when he started to chase me. When Todd was around me, the rooster wouldn’t bother me. 😉 Roosters are mean as hell.)
Anyways, that is all. c: