Great story CK!!! I've got a mental picture of ten rows of sweet corn swaying drunkenly and swilling beer!!!!!
My father used to buy all the used hops from Guinness brewery to use as a soil conditioner, one year he got about 10 lorry loads (about 200 tons). Most evenings he used to bring me up to the nursrey to go for a walk and generally plan the next days work etc. Imagine our surprise to see 100s of drunken crows staggering around the place , they couldn't even fly .The hops was so fresh that it was still fermenting. The foxes did not go hungry that night . Bugs
Haha ROFL drunk crows , now I would pay to see that. What's even funnier is that when I first read your post I thought you said drunk cows. + = drunk MOOO!
I read it and I thought it said drunk cows also! We used to have drunk cows on the farm. We would make corn sileage every Aug. It is chopped up corn, stalks and all while it is still green. We would keep it in a concrete silo. As it would settle down in the silo, the squeezings would come out the bottom. And then it would ferment. We had to fence off that section so the cows wouldn't get into it. It would cause their milk to sour. And those stupid things would almost commit suicide to get to it! And we would always have drunken chickens running around, or trying to run around.
I remember seeing a wildlife programme once where elephants were eating formented fruit. Really funny watching something that big reeling about and acting silly. They kept tripping over their own feet and had virtually no control of their trunks. They even looked drunk as they couldn't focus properly.
When I was 4 we lived in Arkansas. My folks rented a really large old farmhouse outside of Magnolia, Arkansas. It was so old that it had no bathroom, just an outhouse and no running water except for the pump at the kitchen sink. I didn't know it at that age but I guess you could say we were dirt poor then. Anyway, we had chickens both for the eggs and Sunday dinners. Mom also planted a garden down from the house,seemed like a mile away to my 4 yr old legs. The only problem was that it was right next to the fence and on the other side of the fence were the cows belonging to a neighbor. I knew that white cows gave white milk and brown cows gave chocolate milk but wasn't sure about what kind of milk brown and white spotted cows gave...but it didn't really matter cause they all scared the begeebers out of me. I would help Mom plant, water and weed the garden only when those monsters were in another part of the pasture. I loved radishes at that time so they were my part of the garden to take care of. Daddy was late getting home one evening so it was getting dark when we were getting supper ready and Mom realized that we didn't have any radishes for the salad and sent me out to pick some. I was very intent on the job and not paying attention to anything around me...got to the end of the radish row and the cow right on the other side of the fence mooooooooooed at me. Now picture in your mind...radishes flying high in the air from the apron I was holding them in, the screams of a 4 yr old who just knew she was going to be supper for that monster, little legs making the dash back to the house in well under 5 seconds. Problem was food was precious and not to be wasted so I had to take the flashlight and go back down to get those radishes...Daddy went with me this time to shooo the cows away tho.
Great story Toni, I can just picture the fear in your face as the cow 'moooooed' at you, the evil beast But I guess when you are that small anything bigger than you is going to scare you. Heck I know I wouldn't feel too comfortable standing next to an elephant! By the way Toni....... Boo!
Well that certainly cheered me up Toni!!! You're little legs must have been a blur as you ran back to the house and your heart must have been pounding fit to burst. Btw I love the bit where you said "white cows gave milk and brown cows gave chocolate" I'd have a few of the brown and white ones then 'cause I love hot choccie made with milk!!!!
I was raised on a mini farm, only 2 and a half acres, but every bit of it was used. We grew vegetables to survive on. But my favorite part was the flower garden of Mom's. She had some shrubs and old fashioned roses,and bulbs, especially gladioli, everything else was started from seed. We were in heaven when Dad built a small lean-to greenhouse on side of the boat shed. We spent many happy hours in there starting seed in every thing from egg cartons to tin cans. I still delight in nothing more than seeing a beautiful flowering plant that I have started from seed, and I credit this love to MOM. She is 84 years old and crippled, I grow the flowers now for her to see and I know I will miss her not being here to see the fruits of my labor when she is gone.
