Sunday. What to do on a Sunday when it’s freezing? Go out of Sydney and to a hobby farm of course. I’m a city girl, but I quite like the countryside and love animals (yes I eat them too, but nobody’s perfect).
The only catch was getting up early. As I get older I love sleeping in. Um, actually I think I’ve always loved it, hmm… Anyway, my husband’s sister rented a house on a hobby farm and we visited for the day.
Well, how many kinds of poo are there on a farm? There’s little pellets of poo, not unlike chocolate covered sultanas, runny chicken poo, similar I’d think to caramel sauce, and then there was ginormous cow poo, which is like, well, a big lump of crap. The fragrance was not so good and I think my nostril hairs died.
When it came time to feed the woolly, furry and feathered, they waited eagerly at the gate. One of the large goats broke out and went straight for the feed storage bin. I grabbed one of his substantial horns and tried to force him back to the paddock, but he was strong. He tried to get out of my grip and stomped on my toe—ouch, no food for you stupid goat.
The kids had so much fun throwing food pellets, although the foot-stomping goat intimidated my four year old and he dropped his container and ran. My husband even tried his luck with an electric fence, just for fun (the things men do)—the fence won. I’m sure it will be a day my boys don’t forget in a hurry.
My 5 year old with some birds