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Last weekend, Mrs. Groovy and I took in some local flavor with Groovy Mom and Groovy Sis. We went to an animal sanctuary called the Piedmont Farm Animal Refuge.
Surprise, surprise, I wasn’t exactly thrilled with the idea of spending a good chunk of my Sunday at some obscure animal sanctuary located in an equally obscure part of North Carolina. I’m a He-Man, after all, and He-Men are required by law to dedicate their Sundays to God, beer, and football.
But I must admit, the crushers of my manhood—Mrs. Groovy, Groovy Mom, and Groovy Sis—were right as usual. The sanctuary was a fantastic place to visit, even on Sunday, and our guide, Dennis, was superb. And because of him, I learned many things. For instance, I learned that…
Goats can get quite large. Here’s Ace, and when he gets up on his hind legs, he’s easily six feet tall.
Turkeys are ugly as hell, but they’re actually very friendly and don’t mind getting touched by humans. Mrs. Groovy petted Tony below and she said his head was “knobbly” but “soft.”
Sheep naturally have tails that are long, not short.
Roosters can be very territorial. Here’s Robby, and under no circumstances was he going to allow humans to enter his pen unmolested.
Chickens love raisins. Here’s Dennis feeding raisins to some of the sanctuary’s hens.
And, finally, I learned that Mrs. Groovy has a unique ability to make skittish, non-territorial roosters feel safe and secure. Here’s Mrs. Groovy working her magic on a rooster named Charleston.
Final Thoughts
Okay, groovy freedomist, that’s all I got for this no-rant Friday. Hope you have a great weekend. Peace.
Hmm, we eat farm animals around here and pet dogs and cats….but whatever floats your boat Mr. G.
LOL! I’m still eating farm animals. Haven’t gone totally wobbly yet.
Okay, we are TOTALLY visiting that place when we make it down to NC to see you guys. Regarding turkeys: years ago a friend of mine had a 50-pound turkey named Glen. Glen LOVED people. He would run up to you and stand on your feet until you picked him up and held him. If you sat in a lawn chair in the yard, he’d easily let you hold him for an hour. Good stuff. 🙂
That’s awesome, Laurie. We need a Glen around here.
Hmmm. I think I see a chicken coop building project coming soon.
I’m pushing for it. Mrs. G isn’t ready yet.