GRRRRRRRR ... GOATS ! ! !

WHY is it the GOATS always predetermine how I will use my day?  I got up this morning extra early, not willfully ... I was dragging like Garfield. I snuck (yes, this is in the dictionary) into the computer room, unbeknownst to the kittens ... I updated various VT travelogues (pat me on the back for that!  much over due) Still in my jammies, I headed to the kitchen for my first drink of the day, and, opting out of my usual breakfast COKE ... another pat on the back please!!!  Of late, it has become a habit to check the pastures from my dining window to make sure all goats and larger beasts are accounted for. 

This morning, no exception.   RATS !  No, not rats, but two escaped goats AGAIN!  One in my yard and one in the outside back of the main pasture.  I quickly sized up the situation, and after noting NO broken fences, I headed upstairs to put on official FARMER WIFE clothes ... don't ask what these are .. they are whatever is clean and quick to slip on .. today it could be jeans .. yesterday it may have been hubbies workout pants ... like I said ... easy come easy on!  Out the door I went and MS GOAT in my yard skips to me like .. GOOD MORNING .. WHATCHA GOT FOR ME?  I have a bucket of alfalfa, and you aint getting any!  hmmmmph ... Still wondering HOW she got from the back pasture into my yard, I saw the other goat SNEAKING BACK "INTO" her designated grazing area.  Hmmmmm ... okay ... so I need to tighten the high tinsile fencing again.  No problem, I've seen FARMER do it a number of times.  "Here BABIES!"  I call everyone / thing Babies ... doesnt matter .. I call, they respond (RIGHT KIDS??????)  So all the animals in pasture race towards the barn and Ms Goat skips along thinking she gets FIRST in line.  HMMMMPH ... NOT.  I finally roust her into the barn and into the winter pasture. 

Now is the tricky part.  Scheming exactly how I should approach this ... finally my plan of attack is inorder and I begin the countdown ... probably would take "FIVE" minutes for then to devour the bucket of alfalfa ... that gives me 4. 5 minutes to re-attach springs for electric fencing ... run to barn, plug in, run back out ... dash to check water level .. quick analysis of exposed farm equipment (ah! no clouds in sight, so not gonna mess with it) and dash to the far side and enter HUMAN entry ... side kicking any goats that challenge me in this timed obstacle course.  MISSION ACCOMPLISHED ... and do you know what?  I HOPE and PRAY (sorry GOD) that it's MS GOAT that is the first to get her nose ZAPPED as a warning that I AM BOSS WOMAN!

Technology presses onward ...

You know, I THINK I have adapted quite well to being the Farmers Wife!  I can only imagine how things went for him during his departure the other day as the whole crew went off to play soldier games.  Before he had even boarded the aircraft, I called him on his much despised mobile phone to have him teach me how to operate the pump in our quickly flooding dungeon.  NEXT call to his much despised mobile phone ... WHY is there NO WATER PRESSURE!?!?!  This time I was truly on my own because he was already in the soldier game arena.  No problem, a quick lesson from the previous owner and I'm back in business *whew*( NOW there was no need to go to the WalMart store to do my "other business")  AND THEN ... what, you thought that was ALL?  Hello! we're talking Okinawan Princess here!  Yes, THEN the DUMB cow got loose ... ugh!  So there I was, yet again, on that much despised mobile phone, calling the Farmer, asking "ARGH ... what to do what to do!"  Actually, I pretty much KNEW what to do, but somehow I wanted reassurance and a bit of sympathy.  So, I lured the DUMB cow back into the main pasture with grain, but I wouldn't let him have it because I thought he was BAD BAD BAD!!!  Then, I tightened up the high tinsile fencing and we were back in business!  I texted the Farmer, causing him to actually read text in front of soldier buddies, and ... DIG THIS ... he sent a text back from that oh so despised mobile phone ... YOU THINK I GOT HIM CONVERTED?   Can you say "BUSTED!"

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Ah, technology has a way of converting even the most bullheaded farmers!

ps ... DO NOT correct me on the proper name for this MALE  BEEF CATTLE style animal .. he will always be "DUMB COW" to me!

Introduction to the Grounded Redbird

Having discovered travel from a very young age, it is a part of me that runs rampid through my blood.  The excitement of even just a short roadtrip to the mountains or beyond the familiar sides of town ... is exhilarating!   Having only recently taken up photography, there is now  even MORE excitement in travel ... the bags packed are even BIGGER and HEAVIER as I carefully select (ALL) my camera gear ... to include car charger just in case ONE Of my batteries dies off (you think?) 

Things I LOVE are my family ... my WHOLE family, the light of my life at the moment, step aside Sony baby, is my grand daughter.  I love crafting things with my enormous rubber stamp collection, tea parties, having friends and family drop by, reading inspirational poetries and stories, and of course, this new hobby (new?  TEN YEARS NOW) ... computer and internet.  Because I wouldn't change a thing in my life, the only regret I have is that I didn't take up photography earlier in life. 

I will go far out of my way to help a friend in need, but baby, don't hurt me!    When you really get to know me, you will discovered my passions :  redbirds, travel, sony baby (photography), VT, rubberstamp crafting, pink sweaters, ham and COCA COLA!!! 

My homelife babies at the farm are as follows:  two yaks named Maile and Pikake.  FOUR housecats, named Secret, Ms Kitty, Kolohe and Kaui(onalani).  At inception of this journal, we are also keeping 3 goats, 1 cow and three barn cats. 

For the time being, this redbird is grounded, with travel being limited to a few trips to search out the perfect yak bull or improving our property down south.