Sorry, I fell into the mud again!

This time I was chasing a turkey. My mom and I just got home and she told me to check on the turkeys. IBourbo Red communing ran as fast as I could down to the old playhouse where they live. But when I got down I saw the last turkey fly away!

I ran to Mom who said, ‘Go look for the turkeys; I’ll check the woods.’ Again I ran back down the hill to the stream this time. I saw the same turkey soar over my head to the branches on an oak tree (I think its oak) so I ran towards it not noticing that a big puddle of mud was right before my foot.  I put my second foot down and tried to lift my first. Both of my feet slid out from under me making a flack-flack sound coming out from the mud. My jeans and tee shirt landed in the mud but at the last moment, with a splat sound, my hair hit the mud. At that point I screamed. At first I thought I saw a giant hairy spider, but it was my hair covered in mud. I screamed again, ten times to be exact.

Mom came down and asked ,‘are you all right? Did you see the turkeys?’ I sniffled. Mom took me up to the playhouse just to see if we still had any turkeys. Apparently only three turkeys escaped. The rest were hiding in the grass in their pen.

So far I’ve gotten covered in mud twice, for nothing!

Editor's Note: The family started out with 20 turkeys and now sadly has only seven.  A young visitor held a couple of the chicks too tightly, new puppies became a little too playful, turkey wings need to be clipped regularly.  Thanksgiving saeson is going to be a little lean this year.  Life on a farm goes round and round and not something you are usually aware of when you purchase your turkey at the local supermarket.

Hi, I’m Farm Girl and I live on LittleHouseFarm which is located in the Hudson Valley.

Living on a farm isn’t easy ‘cause you never have a moment to yourself. But some jobs are fun. My Herding Ducksfavorite job is watering the ducks. Pekin Ducks. The ducks share a small kiddy pool so that they can have some water, since their pen is almost as slippery as the pig pen but it doesn’t smell as bad. How you water the ducks is by turning a hose on medium and spraying it on them. Once you have the ducks’ attention, they will most likely hold their heads up high and show you the muck on their chests so that you can clean it off. Once that’s done, they put their heads down so you can give them water from the hose. They jump in the kiddy pool, which has clean water. It’s their version of being pampered in a spa.

Yesterday, I was trying to get the ducks into their house, but since they are incredibly stupid, they were running all around the rim of the pen. It was so tricky, because I could not separate the ducks from each other. I led them one way, but they just ran to the back of their house, but not into it. I got one or two in at the start, but they went right out. While trying to chase the ducks, I put my foot in one of the gookiest spots and slipped and fell. Luckily I didn’t get my pink mini-dress gooky, only my hand, knee and shoes! And then I just gave up trying to get them in. Later that evening, I finally succeeded. They were a little sleepy and actually wanted to go to bed, instead of thinking of it as a game.

Next time I write, I will hopefully not have fallen into the mud and tracked mud onto the keyboard!