Tuesday, January 09, 2007
We went to the Green Meadows Petting Farm in Kissimee, Florida today. It was chilly in the shade but nice in the sun, if you are Canadian that is. 68-70 degrees is SUMMER weather to us poor Canadians LOL. Some of the tour guides were so bundled up it looked like they belonged back home. We got to hold chickens and chase ducks, milk a cow named Freckles, and pet some sheep. There was a day old goat that was already trouble. We were asked to leave the littlest ones alone because they were brand new, but go ahead and pet the older goats. And this little guy spent most of his time trying to get us in trouble. He nibbled DD's skirt, and pulled on DH's pant leg. He tried to climb my leg to get the camera bag. The thing was not much bigger than a cat, but he was trouble I tell 'ya! And irresistable, in a way only baby animals can accomplish. We held month old chicks (which looked very much like adult chickens only smaller and were very calm) and month old ducklings (which were large but still yellow and certainly NOT calm. And the smell of duck food has not improved, just in case you were wondering). See, to normal people this would not be fun. Who pays 20 dollars per person to touch a cow and hold a duck? Big whoop. But to us, this was better than Disneyland. We got to touch animals and hold chickens and be nuzzled by milk cows and not a line in sight. DD rode a beautiful pony led by DH, and he was so nervous it was hilarious. He is used to walking next to a roped pony who "knows the drill" and follows the pony in line in front of it, in a big circle. Nope. He led a pony that had SPIRIT. He was told DO NOT LET GO of the harness. Hold the head at arms length or he will try to eat your shirt (which, incidentally, means he will nip you. Don't ask how DH found out LOL). Keep him moving forward. The next person to have that pony learned the importance of this instruction, when the thing decided walking backwards was more fun. We found out why we only get to go in the pig pen when the pigs are tiny, when they tried to eat the shoe off a baby's foot right through the fence. Who knew pigs had so many TEETH. Like little sharks that snort. There was a black one that looked faintly familiar, although I don't know why ;). On the way back we stopped for dinner at Golden Corral. Now, if you have any hankering for southern style food (read a lot of salt and butter), Golden Corral is the way to go. Should we be eating at buffets? Probably not. But it is the best way for me to get my fill of collard greens and macaroni and cheese and corn bread, and that will have to last me until my next trip down here. And I have to say, DH, DD, and I handle ourselves at buffets very well. We don't go hog wild and eat seven plates of food plus dessert. I think I am the only person in the world that actually visits the salad bar at these places. Tonight, DD had a bit of mashed potatoes and gravy and a chicken strip, sauteed mushrooms, a few popcorn shrimp, and an ice cream cone. There might have been two tablespoons of ice cream in there. You should have seen her face, when another child made himself a cone that stood almost a foot tall. "His mother should be here making sure he is behaving with the ice cream" she decided. Hmm. Another T-Shirt? (BEHAVE with the ICE CREAM!).