Yesterday we went to Charmingfare Farm, which is really a zoo.
In this part of New Hampshire there are lots of small farms. If you know what you are doing, you can make a nice profit getting people to pay you to see your animals, and then getting them to pay you MORE for the privilege of feeding them for you. I love it. I really do.
Charmingfare Farm is a farm. It has sheep and alpacas and horses and cows and goats and pigs and chickens... But it is also a zoo. It has a camel, moutain lions, bears, wolverines... and of course a baby Wallaby that someone tried to order over the internet and ended up at the farm because - hello! We are not zoned for Wallabies!
One of the activities you can buy a ticket to is a pony ride. I was very excited to get Nicholas on his first real pony. I have no idea WHY I thought this would be a Good Idea. Because it wasn't. Nick recently rode his first carousel and the only reason he stayed on THAT horse was because I was there holding him. But still, I made us buy a ticket for a pony ride.
Nick wanted nothing to do with it. Why? Was he frightened? Was he overwhelmed? No. There was a tractor parked right outside the ring with the pony, and he wanted to climb into the tractor instead. And I refused to put a screaming and kicking child on a pony.
Later, as we stood inside the petting area for the goats, a couple of staff members got into the tractor and drove off. Nicholas, oblivious to the goats walking around him, pressed his face up to the gate, climnging onto it with both ands, sobbing and crying out "TRACTOR! TRAK! TEERR!" It was like he lived on the prairie and missed the supply truck or something.
I'm looking forward to going back when he's gotten over this Tractor phase... maybe in about 18 years?
1 comment:
OMG! What if he grows up to participate in those horrid Tractor Pulls! With all those other trucker cap wearin' kinds of people -- you know, like Britney Spears husband????
O, well, at least you can figure your home won't be the repository for all sorts of wild & homeless animals...although your front yard might become home to a range of wheeled vehicles in various states of dismemberment!
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