This Farm isn't Mad - it's INSANE!!!!!!

River the first one we raised born 2006

Why is it Mad Bush Farm is always crazy. No day is ever *normal* something always happens. Sometimes though there are days when seriously I could just pick up the phone and call up the men with the white coats to come and take me away. Those days came yesterday and today. Last week was nothing but deadlines, a One Day Event which I'll post about later, and printing the local rag on time. The weekend was quieter with a trip to Dargaville and the museum as well, yet something else to post about groan. Sunday afternoon it all started..........

Maggie May grumping after she got kicked out of the house

We get home at 3 pm or so after a fun day out and instantly get attacked by six grumpy chickens dead set on scoring a free feed. Just one complication chickens won't find school shoes very appealing. The ring leader of course was Maggie May who at the moment has become ultra-grumpy and over broody deciding to hog her hoard of eggs and pick anyone coming near. We call this the Ina Sharples phase and for those who know the Uk TV Programme Coronation Street from the early days of Television will remember Ina all too well. My Nana thought Ina Sharples was marvellous...not us kids mutter. All Maggie needs right now is the hairnet and she'd be Ina Sharples!!! Six chickens followed us into the house and were booted out by the tail feathers. Growl! And of course the cats decided to join in the mayhem. Dream and Emerald stormed in and promptly had a scrap in the kitchen. They were booted out as well. Then we go and let the kittens out...oh no...more trouble. My leg was attacked then Sasquatch decided my leg was a really good thing to hang onto as I walked out the door to see why the Terrorist was bellowing. Bad move that..........

Terrorising as usual The Terrorist
a spoilt rotten little toad
and too cute for her own good

Little did I know the electric fence had decided to pack a sad at one end of the farm - exactly the paddock where the Terrorist was. She saw me and cleared the wire running after *Mummy* who had a white kitten still clung to her leg and no chance of escape from a six month old Jersey Terrorist with an identity problem. She sees a cow she runs the other way. The issue BOTTLE!!!!NOW!!. Inaya came out to see what all the noise was about..then next thing she knows the Terrorist is trying to get into the house to find her bottle. They say cows are dumb - I beg to differ on that score. No they have brains - some more than others. Try having five of them with brains. Not a good scene and the two brainiest here are the two Jerseys. The ranchslider got hastily shut with a lead rope rapidly found and the Terrorist tied up. Yes she got her bottle and we got some peace and quiet from the bellowing. When the bull finally goes then we can finally get her in with the others and weaned properly. She should be weaned but the wrong answer buzzer just keeps on buzzing. Then today after school the kids turned up with this....
Cute isn't it... mutter... IT has been called ET for now if it lives that is. Picked on by a big turkey and rescued by my kids. ET will turn into this.........
And no the chopping block will not be an option my kids won't ever talk to me again if I do that. I'll leave you with the two little trouble makers below....