We hit A maze'n Farmyard in Eden Valley, MN during our family vacation. There are animals everywhere & it is very well kept, well maintained, attractive in every way. The red of the barns is fresh & crisp, the train ride breezy, the burlap slide fun (but strangely slow. Also, I HATE the smell, touch and appearance of burlap). The happy goats just meander around. The baby pigs were stuffed like they were already halfway to being made into sausage. The albino wallaby creeped us out in his weird hanging bag. What else? bunnies, llamas, chickens, peacocks and peahens (Courtney's least favorite creature), dogs, big pigs, regular wallabies, a watusi (some kind of cow with demonic horns), sheep, even butterflies. A camel!
But the children related to us wanted only to pet the kittens.
"We should have just gone to the humane society," my mom said.
Graham still asks if 'Snowball' remembers him.
All I can say is that these kittens are truly tamed because they rested and slept no matter what. I worried that one was in a kitty coma. No matter the flopping & scooting & jiggling they would just settle in again.
All I can say is that these kittens are truly tamed because they rested and slept no matter what. I worried that one was in a kitty coma. No matter the flopping & scooting & jiggling they would just settle in again.
Of course, one cat made a mad attempt at freedom, spiderman style.
My favorite moment was when my mom brought in a tray of ice cream cones filled with corn to feed to the barn critters. Three adult goats in one large pen heard her approach and stuck out their heads together from three adjoining fence wire squares. Then they stuck out their long tongues in unison. Then they began wiggling their tongues and jaws (a move much imitated by me & Courtney when we returned home) as if to coax us closer.
The most physically strenuous part of this otherwise mild day was being stuck in the maze for hours ... um, minutes, in what felt like 100 degree temperatures, which is actually impossible since the day was around 80 degrees F. But inside the maze, it got hot, and fast!
The gravel path seemed worthy of Dante's description of the descent into hell, and the fun in punching cards at each station quickly dissipated when we could not reach station 5. Also, the punchers were hard to press. It was exhausting! Help, help! (Last year a little goat came with us into the maze, and I now believe that he was some kind of good luck charm or sherpa.)
The gravel path seemed worthy of Dante's description of the descent into hell, and the fun in punching cards at each station quickly dissipated when we could not reach station 5. Also, the punchers were hard to press. It was exhausting! Help, help! (Last year a little goat came with us into the maze, and I now believe that he was some kind of good luck charm or sherpa.)
3 comments:
Lovely last photo --- lovely visit, even if children ALWAYS seem to prefer petting what, you know, they have at home. I love the whole story, though, and am glad you made it out of the maze intact.
Looks like so much fun! I love Graham's gangsta pose in the last picture
The picture at the end is perfect: everyone relaxed and having a good time, kids still being silly, a great arrangement of the girl cousins.
I love how burlap looks, but also don't care for the feel. But Courtney, what's with the peahen angst?
I always feel bad for listless kitties--they multiply at this typ eof "attraction." The danger of going to the human society is that you'll come home with another pet.
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