Farm Living: Round 1

I am currently pet/housesitting for a dear friend for the week, and, if I may say so, it’s pretty intense. My friend is an amazingly kind person and loves animals as much as I do, if not more. She will take in a stray quick, with no judgments. All signs pointed to the fact that they needed a vacation as much as I needed to be alone with 27 animals. In fact, here was the weather outlook for yesterday:

Dig, kitty!

Dig, kitty!

See? Farm life was a-calling. I headed there after work to settle in for my week of living in the sticks and I was greeted by: 5 dogs, 5 chickens, 3 cats, 3 stray cats outside, 1 bunny, 1 bearded dragon, 2 birds, 7 frogs, and innumerable crickets. This was exactly where I needed to be. I think I want to own a farm one day? This will be a great way to test that.

Pixie

Pixie

 

Charlotte

Charlotte

Merlin

Merlin

The dogs are AMAZING and sweet and adorable. I mean, look at those smiles! They chill outside all day with the sunshine, a huge fenced in yard, and a kiddie pool to cool off in. What a happy life, right? The chickens are so inquisitive and amazing. They will try and dart out of their coop to go roost in the dirt, and if you’re lucky, a chicken will jump onto your back when you have a hand full of meal worms. Happens to us all, right? Meal worms, come to find out, is the crack equivalent to chickens. Along with watermelon. The more you know!

Bock bock, ladies.

Bock bock, ladies.

This is my life.

This is my life.

Their three cats are also super cool. Trinity has an amazing and sweet personality. Casanova (I have shortened it to “Nova”, because I ain’t got time for that) was lightly standoffish, but I have snuck in a pet or two. Rembrandt has flown by me in a flash of white. I will never pet her and it makes me sad.

Nova

Nova

I slept in a series of naps last night, mostly because there were 5 dogs sleeping near me as opposed to my one cat. Lots of movement, some shuffling, and several thoughts of “Why are my hands balled so tight? Ahhhhh anxiety, welcome back, old friend.” 27 animals, as it turns out, is A LARGE NUMBER OF ANIMALS to take care of. I know I’ll get the hang out schedules and feedings, but seriously, I’m worried that one will die on my watch. The simple statistics of one dying on my watch have risen due to the fact that there are so many.

So, do I still want a farm? Yes. Yes I do. But, let’s see how much has changed in a week from now. Those chickens are hatching some sort of plot against me, I can tell.

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