Taxes and Weddings
Who...me?Those bad sheep are at it again!
I brought the ewes and their lambs down to the neighbor's pasture where they ought to be able to graze contentedly for the next month or even two without griping. But do they appreciate it? No. Yesterday I donned by favorite Farm Diva outfit (but I did put on pants this time) and walked down around the corner to check on them. On the way, I spotted a wedding, and thought to myself I'd better get some pictures! But first, I needed to check on the sheep.
I got to the crest of the hill and what did I see? My tax collectors are all loose! On the road!!! Four ewes, three lambs, all out for a walk and insisting that they be paid taxes from everyone's lawns! Baaaaaaad girls. I was going to take a picture, but I could hear a car behind me somewhere, so decided I'd better scoot down to the bottom of the hill pretty quick.
When the tax collectors saw me, they began bellowing out loudly for popcorn. That's become their favorite tax, and they'll knock you down and tap dance on your head if you haven't got any with you. Fortunately, I had a small bag left over from the day before in my pocket (I'd cheated on my taxes, don't tell the girls!) They ran wildly up to me and followed me back into their pasture, where I spent a great deal of time trying to figure out exactly where they'd escaped from and fixing up the fence.
I brought the ewes and their lambs down to the neighbor's pasture where they ought to be able to graze contentedly for the next month or even two without griping. But do they appreciate it? No. Yesterday I donned by favorite Farm Diva outfit (but I did put on pants this time) and walked down around the corner to check on them. On the way, I spotted a wedding, and thought to myself I'd better get some pictures! But first, I needed to check on the sheep.
I got to the crest of the hill and what did I see? My tax collectors are all loose! On the road!!! Four ewes, three lambs, all out for a walk and insisting that they be paid taxes from everyone's lawns! Baaaaaaad girls. I was going to take a picture, but I could hear a car behind me somewhere, so decided I'd better scoot down to the bottom of the hill pretty quick.
When the tax collectors saw me, they began bellowing out loudly for popcorn. That's become their favorite tax, and they'll knock you down and tap dance on your head if you haven't got any with you. Fortunately, I had a small bag left over from the day before in my pocket (I'd cheated on my taxes, don't tell the girls!) They ran wildly up to me and followed me back into their pasture, where I spent a great deal of time trying to figure out exactly where they'd escaped from and fixing up the fence.
We're not baaa-aaad! We just sound that way!
The happy couple. The bride is wearing a lovely cherry blossom gown.
Their families traveled for feet, sometimes even yards away to attend the wedding feast.
Uncle Sylvester loved the fresh flowers, but what he really wanted was dandilion wine.
I know...I need to get a life.
I found out yesterday I've been tagged! Seven wierd things about me. Gee...where do I start? Well, since this post is already done for today, I guess I'll wait until tomorrow to divulge a few wierd facts. Not that you probably haven't figured a few of them out just from today's post alone...
8 comments:
What a creative post! Your slugs look a lot 'cuter' than our slugs, which are long, wet and banana like! And very, very big!
Seems to me there are a lot of 'weddings' going on with the continuous wet weather!
That wedding needs a stop put to it right now!!! no more slugs, thank you very much.
My in-laws have goats and they are constantly getting out - finding the ONE flaw in the fence. they are too smart.
Slugs are so nasty. Especially when your barefoot and step on one.
Oh, Dixie! I've done the slug between the toe thing...not pretty!
Marion, the banana slugs are native; these pesky little critters, I've been told, were imported to sub for escargo (bleck!)
Karymn, I once had a goat try to eat my clothes. This did not please me much as I was still wearing them =(
OOOhhhh those darn slugs! Ya know, when I was little, I thought I'd keep a couple as pets??? I put them in a baby food jar and left them outside at my sandbox. One even laid some eggs. But I guess the lack of everything natural inside that jar caused their demise. WHAT was I thinking??? yuck! heehee =)
Actually I always find your writing refreshing and vibrant, never weird!
Here is a weird fact for you. banana slugs when touched with a tongue, make your mouth go numb. You can thank my father for tricking me into that 31 years ago.
I'm glad you had some popcorn for those baaaddd ones that got out!
Very strange wedding!! Very nice story and picture though!! You have a great sense of humor!
The post made me chuckle and I forgot how much our goats loved popcorn. It seems that goats will eat almost anything. :-)
We went on an overnight camping trip and my daughter was able to hang out with a nanny and a billy. We had a blast!
I love the happy couple. We have them in our yard and garden.
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