Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Burros gone wild

It was Tuesday morning. The stucco crew arrived to apply the color coat to the sunroom. 
I went outside to look for Lucy and the boys so that I could confine them to the corral and keep them out of the way, 
but they were nowhere in sight. With all the noise and commotion the crew was making, 
I figured the herd would steer clear of the area, so I went back to work and the crew got busy stuccoing.


What follows is a reenactment. Sadly, when all hell broke loose, I didn't have time to grab the camera.

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Around 10:30, I noticed Hank come back to the barn. I knew Lucy and George and Alan would be close behind, 
so I went outside to put them up. Hank and Lucy obediently walked into the corral and I closed the gate.
George and Alan looked at me, then they looked at the open gate to the front yard, 
then they looked at me, then they said "Par-ty!"

Into the front yard they ran.




George: I'm diggin' this music.
Alan: Wonder if he'll let us play with his pail?

I would have thought the flapping plastic covering the windows, the blaring boom box, 
and the strange man in a white suit would have scared them off, but no.




Mercifully, it was the chickens' shift in the front yard and not Wynonna's.
The thought of two galloping burros and one screaming pig in one small space is enough to make me
stop typing and go grab a glass of wine right this very minute.




I'm back now. Anyway, around and around and around George and Alan went. I'll swear I heard them laughing 
every time they passed me by. They knew damned well they were in forbidden territory and weren't about to let me halter them. 
Eventually I was able to herd them into the back yard, then into the corral. 

Meanwhile, the stucco guys kept on stuccoing and acted like it was no big deal to watch a crazy lady
trying to catch a couple of wild burros in her front yard for 20 minutes before they ran over the chickens.

25 comments:

  1. Who needs a camera when we have your drawing skills? Great visuals, entertaining story (for us, anyway.) Glad the chickens are okay and Wynonna wasn't involved.

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  2. I can hear them laugh... and they make me laugh. Sorry, but it is funny for me, beeing not involved in the hunt.

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  3. Nothing like a burro adventure to break up the day!

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  4. Estella from Co.2/20/13, 5:34 AM

    Hahahaha I can see it now....George and Alan are WAY TOOOOO SMART. I bet you got your excercise for the day???? week. Hey, it put a smile on a lot of peoples faces. Hugs

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  5. Naughty naughty, snicker giggle gawf hahaha, naughty burro's ;-)

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  6. The stucco guys may have looked nonchalant while the commotion was occurring, but I'll bet "the crazy lady with the burros" was the topic of conversation for the after-work beers.

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  7. Linda - you changed your hair! (okay, couldn't resist...)

    :)

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  8. Oh, those little BUGGERS! Life is never dull at your ranch! Glad the chickens are okay!

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  9. Whatcha gonna do with those bad boys? Somehow your simple line drawings captured their mischievous personalities!

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  10. LOL!! You've got some "mad drawing" skills. So, did the wind do that to your hair? LOLOlolololol

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  11. Wasn't it last week you were commenting that there was nothing to blog about, all was so quiet? Now you have some little hoofprints to decorate the front yard. And we can laugh because no permanent damage was done.

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  12. I love your self portrait. What a classic story of donkey mischief! I can't believe the stucco crew didn't take a break to watch the entertainment.

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  13. Those little mischief makers. Notice darling Lucy didn't try any funny stuff. Never a dull moment at the MSN. Great laugh!
    Best always,

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  14. Anne Boleyn2/20/13, 6:45 AM

    Your drawings are much better than any photograph! Besides, you wouldn't have been able to capture yourself on camera and that's what frosts this cake!

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  15. actually i enjoyed the re-enactment better than i would have the for real photos... your drawings are perfect and i have now laughed my self silly picturing the guys painting and what they were thinking. we all KNOW you and your guys, so would not be shocked. i bet they went home and told a lot of wild stories.... glad the chickens survived the debacle... loved the story

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  16. Love the way you presented this!

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  17. Rascals they are. Good thing they are so adorable.

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  18. Always! When you least expect it! Hard to stay mad at them, huh?

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  19. The drawings just made this tail/tale of the naughty burros so very funny. The self portrait is um....evocative of a Momma who's none too pleased. Glad all turned out okay for the chickens, Wynonna and all. But I have a question, are the boyz grounded? Oma Linda

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  20. What a great story, so well told. (Yesterday's morning weather -was- quite nice in our part of the country.)

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  21. This one gave me a good chuckle for the day! Somehow I'm not at all suprised by the 'trouble twins' antics. I'm so glad the chickens came out of this unexpected adventure unscathed. But I'm sure the stucco guys will be telling this story for years! Oh, and I love what you've done with your hair. haha! :)

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  22. I have told you this before, but here it is again. I love your diagrams and drawings. How about a sideline in art? (I was gonna say primitive art, but didn't want to put a fence around what you do.)

    Jo

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  23. No treats for those bad boys!
    BTW, I'm laughing at your illustrations, not the predicament. :)

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  24. I'm imagining how excited George and Alan were when they saw that open gate. What a fun few minutes for them. Not so much for you and the chickens.

    Love your mad hairdo.

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  25. I'm giggling thinking of the painters paying no attention to you chasing the wild things around the yard! Naughty burros! HeeHee!

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