Things Amiss

This morning, upon entering the barn, I found the animals acting peculiar. Okay, actually, this is normal behavior, just a bit frustrating for the farmer since all were not doing what they are ‘suppose’ to.

The first act of nonsense was this young thing. Chai thinks she is still 18 inches tall and has to stand in the feeding trough to get to her food.

Believe it or not, Chai, you can reach into the trough with just your mouth.
Believe it or not, Chai, you can reach into the trough with just your mouth.

Then, her momma decides the Orchard Grass in the Llama Feeder is much tastier than the the grass in the 2 other goat troughs. Sigh.

Notice how high the trough is. It's suppose to be a comfortable height for the LLAMA!
Notice how high the trough is. It’s suppose to be a comfortable height for the LLAMA!

Then, these Yay-hoos show up. This is a GOAT barn, people!

Our chickens think the goat barn is a giant chicken coop.
Our chickens think the goat barn is a giant chicken coop.

Oh, for all that is good in this world…that is not a chicken roost!

Hey, let's hang out here on the goat barn gate and poop in the milk parlor.
“Hey, let’s hang out here on the goat barn gate and poop in the milk parlor.”
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“Oh, now let’s perch above the goats’ heads while they are eating and poop on them. Hee. Hee.” Evil chickens.

Our fearless guard llama is hiding around the barn because I walked past her while she was eating out of her trough. Oh, brother.

“It’s too scary in there!”

And here some chickens decide the dogloo is their personal hang out.

REALLY?
REALLY?

 

And lastly, why not eat the llama’s grass? It’s in the barn, isn’t it. And you said it was a GOAT barn.

Like Mother, like daughter.
Like Mother, like daughter.

 

And to all this tomfoolery, I just sigh. ¬†Apparently, I didn’t spell out the rules completely to these fine animals. It’s my fault really. If I had just been a better communicator.

Sigh.

 

About kathleen

I'm a stay at home chicken momma with 2 boys and a very understanding husband. In December of '09, we moved to our dream farm. I'm excited to try to become more self-sufficient. So far I have 1 rooster, 9 chickens, 2 goats (some babies on their way this spring), 1 llama, a dog, and a cat. Come along and join us, as we city-slickers figure out how to make our own homestead. You're sure to be entertained.
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3 Responses to Things Amiss

  1. Dad says:

    Ok, who’s in charge here? Goats or chickens. Love , Dad

  2. kathleen says:

    I think the chickens will rule the world one day, not because of their intellect, just for their sheer boldness to claim all property as their own.

  3. Joan Porter says:

    So I guess a farmer must be a goat, chicken, llama whisperer. On second thought, I’m thinkin’ chickens may need you to be a chicken screamer.

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