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Hello Farm Friends. I hope everyone is having a good week. I wanted to share a few things with you about how things are ...
10/30/2024

Hello Farm Friends. I hope everyone is having a good week. I wanted to share a few things with you about how things are on the farm.

I washed a load of clothes after I finished feeding the other night. The next morning, I toted them outside and hung them on our solar dryer (aka clothesline). I don’t know if you are like me, but I love the feel and smell of clothes that dried outdoors in the sunshine. It was a beautiful morning, and the sun was already shining as I trotted off to check on the animals.

Later that afternoon I went to get the clothes off the solar dryer. Was I ever surprised to see all my clothes lying on the ground. The clothesline had snapped and broken. I tried to tie it back up, but it was dry rotted and just snapped again as I tried to tie a knot. Note to self, get a new clothesline. I picked all the clothes up off the ground and carried them and hung them on the front porch railing to finish drying. This is what you have to do if the solar dryer is broken. As I walked off the porch and turned back to look, it looked like a caravan of gypsies had stopped for a visit with clothes scattered from one end of the porch handrail to the other.

Later on, when I finally made it back to the house the power was out. I went and checked my power line up to the county road making sure there was no tree on the line anywhere. Luckily, it was all good. I just lit a couple of oil lamps since it was starting to get dark. A few hours later it came back on, and things were back to normal, at least I thought so.

The next morning, I went to start watering the animals. It takes several hours a day just to water since we haven’t had any rain lately. We use several hundred gallons a day to keep all the animals watered. You could have seen the color leave my face and my jaw drop when I found out we had no water. Not a drop came out of the faucet. First, I had to crawl under the house to make sure there was not a breaker flipped to the pump. No breaker was flipped so I headed to the pump house. I checked the power there and it was good. I was in panic mode because I did not want to start filling five-gallon buckets from the lake to water the animals. I’ve had to do this before and it’s not fun. Then I remembered when the pump pressure switch was replaced a few weeks ago, all they had was a manual switch and not an automatic switch. When the power was off the day before it flipped the switch off when it lost power, so all I had to do was manually flip it and voila’ we had water again. Whew, disaster averted.

You should have seen the look on my face when I turned the water on at the feed barn and had water. I was so happy I did a jig and was dancing around holding the hose pipe (aka garden hose) as it spewed water everywhere.

Now to start planning for my next rain dance. We need rain really bad here in central Alabama. It’s so dry here the cows are giving powdered milk. First, I need to consult the Farmer’s Almanac, to determine when Elon Musk’s Tesla Automobile orbiting the globe gets close to the planet Pluto. That’s when I’ll do my next rain dance. I dreamed about it a few nights ago. Yup, it appeared in my dream. Since the Tesla Car is traveling at a speed of 4,416 miles per hour (according to NASA) I need to time this precisely. If I miss it by only a few minutes they will get rain in Tishomingo, Mississippi instead of Clanton, Alabama.

I tell the animals about my dreams. Some of them, like Cedric the camel, will stand there forever listening to me. However, if the truth be known, he’s probably thinking “this chap’s been in the poke w**d berries again”. Lol.

Dream as if you will live forever. Live as if today is your last day on earth.

Hello Farm Friends! Do you ever see something so funny that you will laugh out loud? Laughter is good for life longevity...
10/28/2024

Hello Farm Friends! Do you ever see something so funny that you will laugh out loud? Laughter is good for life longevity, the heart, and the soul.

Living here with all the misfit bunch of animals we have with us, laughter is an everyday occurrence. It’s the simple things around here that keep us smiling. On some days if we didn’t smile and laugh a little, we would have a nervous breakdown. I don’t think I would do good in a nervous hospital. Just taking care of all these animals would drive some people to drink or at least crazy. Like I’ve said before, I’m not crazy, I’m just happy with a twist.

The other day I got home with a load of produce and expired meat. I set the box of meat on top of the truck while I unloaded the produce. After I unloaded the produce guess what I did. Yup, I forgot the box of meat on top of the truck. No, it didn’t fall off when I drove the truck to the house. Even when I parked the truck and got out, I never noticed the box of meat still setting on top of the truck. I went and started feeding. As I loaded the feed wagon with produce, I wondered why I only had a couple of the farm dogs with me. An hour later as I passed the house to feed the animals on the other side of the lake, I pulled over and parked. There were dogs scattered around the yard. They were laying there, each with a chewed-up package of meat laying by them. All I could do was laugh. How they got the meat off the top of the truck when the box was still sitting there is a mystery. One dog must have dropped each one of them a package of meat off the top of the truck because I know each dog did not climb on top of the truck to get a package of meat. Upon exam of the box there was one package of meat left in the box which was a package of pig feet. I left it there and went to continue feeding.

That evening, I had to get a garbage bag and walk around the yard picking up all the chewed up empty meat packages. I just grinned knowing how much fun the dogs had snitching the packages of meat, tearing into them and eating the meat. When I went to get the box off the top of the truck, the lone package of pig feet was missing. I just stood there laughing. Nothing like living with a bunch of Alabama Mud Hounds.

If that wasn’t bad enough when I went inside for the evening, the parrot was screeching at me. When I checked on him, I burst out loud laughing. His feed bowl was filled with boiled chicken livers and dog food. Mr. Cooper apparently doesn’t like boiled chicken livers and dog food. No wonder he was screeching at me. I had put the wrong bowls out earlier in the day. I walked outside to one of the dog pens to check and sure enough, sitting there was a full bowl of bird seed. I laughed wondering what Bear dog thought when I left him a bowl of bird seed and left Mr. Cooper a bowl of boiled livers. LOL. As soon as I swapped them out peace was restored.

Later that night I was awoken around 2 am with the McCaw bird saying “Hello”, one after another. “Hello, hello, hello”. I got up and looked to see what was going on. Samantha the tortoise had walked up and was sitting there staring up at the talking bird. Mr. Cooper had climbed down as low as he could go and was leaning down saying “hello” to the tortoise. I walked over and picked the tortoise up, held it close to Mr. Cooper, and in a tortoise voice best I could, said “Hello Mr. Cooper”. Mr. Cooper was now satisfied. The tortoise answered him. I set the tortoise back down and went back to sleep. I woke up laughing about holding a tortoise up to a talking bird at 2 in the morning and saying hello.

Everyday around here is an adventure. A true life 360-degree adventure. Every day may not be good, but there is something good in every single day.

Hello Farm Friends! This is an OPINION POST and NOT farm related but “LIFE RELATED”. I’ve had a few people ask me about ...
10/24/2024

Hello Farm Friends! This is an OPINION POST and NOT farm related but “LIFE RELATED”. I’ve had a few people ask me about the “bringing back civility” comment in one of my recent posts, so I will explain why I mentioned civility as best as I can. I started not to write about this but if it gets even one person to be nicer than it’s worth it, especially the people that were involved.

It started with a trip to town. While I was in town, I decided to gas up my truck. Something easy-peasy, at least one would think so. Something so simple a cross-eyed monkey could do for a banana.

I pulled up to the gas station pump. My truck fills up on the passenger side. I pull up and walk around the truck thinking I am going to put gas in the truck. As I looked for the gas nozzle & hose it was gone from my pump. Then I saw it. It was stretched from my side’s pump to the other side of the pump. It was being used to put gas in a car on the opposite side of my pump. This person had his pump blocked with his car. Instead of using the pump and hose on his side he was using the pump and hose from my side.

I am inquisitive, so I politely asked this person “why he is using my pump hose instead of his pump hose”. I’ve never seen anyone do this before but thinking maybe there is a logical explanation, and to give him the benefit of the doubt, and since I was curious.

Not how I would have ever answered, but he looked at me and said “none of your F- - -ing business”. I responded that “you don’t have to use that kind of language, I was only asking a simple question”. He nicely responded, “F- - - you”. I turned away immediately and walked back to the driver’s side of my truck. I was not about to escalate this any further. Since the pumps were hard to get anyway, I figured I would just wait it out until he got done with my hose. So, I stood there patiently leaning on my truck and just waited until he got done getting gas with my side’s gas pump and hose.

When he got done, he stomped around and slammed the nozzle in the holder on my side was walked away without saying anything else. I started to say “Have a nice day” but knew if I did it would not be good, so I just kept quiet as a field mouse. I didn’t want to make headlines for the Clanton Advertiser newspaper, “Fight Erupts at The Clanton Walmarts Over Gas Pump Hose”. After he pulled away, I walked to the pump and grabbed the nozzle and put in my truck. As I was standing there authorizing the pump, a lady was standing at the pump in front my truck. She hollered at me “what are you doing?" I looked at her and said “who me”? She said “yes”. I smartly replied, “if it looks like I’m pumping gas, and the nozzle is sticking in my truck, a good guess would be I’m pumping gas”. Apparently, she had pulled in at the pump in front of my truck and had gotten gas while I waited on the hose for my pump to come back on my side. Instead of backing out she wanted to berate me because I had been standing there waiting to get the hose back so I could gas up my truck. She told me that “I had been there way too long blocking the road and how I’d better hurry because she was not backing out”. I didn’t even try to explain, at this point it was not worth it. She went back to her car and climbed in and gave me dirty looks every time I glanced over her way. I started to click my nozzle on “slow” instead of “fast” but knew if I did, I’d be part of the problem and not the solution. As my truck was filling up, I walked around my pump to see what was wrong with the opposite side pump and was curious why the guy was using my pump. There was a sign that said, “credit card machine at pump not working”. So, instead of going to another pump or going inside and using his credit card the guy just got the hose from my side of the pump to pump his gas.

So, I waited patiently for my truck to fill up, replaced the nozzle, got my pump receipt and walked back around and got in my truck. I had a five-gallon gas can in the back of the truck I had intended to fill up but did not fill it up because I did not want to be confronted by her again. The lawnmower will have to wait for another day. I figured I would fill it up next time I came to town. I backed out and went on my merry way. Soon as I pulled out onto Hwy 145, the lady who couldn’t wait for me to finish getting gas flew past me like a blue streak. As I glanced over at her while she was passing me it was obvious she was yelling something at me. I couldn’t tell what she was saying but I knew she was not “wishing me a nice day”.

On the drive home I had time to reminisce about this situation. I have come to the realization that there is something serious wrong with some people in society. I don’t know if it’s in the water we drink, the air we breathe, the food we eat, the television we watch, or the music we listen too. For all I know their daddy spanked them with a willow switch when they were kids. Whatever it is, it’s affecting lots and lots of people’s attitudes these days. Life is too precious to act this way to one another.

In a civilized society, when I asked the man about using my pump and hose instead of the one on his side, all he had to say was sorry the card reader is broken on my pump and I was in a hurry, so I grabbed your pump, and something like I’ll be done in a minute. I would have easily understood. Instead, he wanted to curse at me just for asking a simple question. The lady, if she would have been paying attention, could plainly see I could not pump gas because the pump and nozzle was being used by someone else. In a civilized society, she would have patiently waited on me to gas up my truck or easily just backed out. Instead, she wanted to berate me because I was there in her opinion, way too long.

Wonder why there are so many mass shootings. (if you don’t think there has been a lot, there has been 422 in the United States just in 2024). Wonder why countries are quick go to war. Wonder why there are so many lawsuits. Wonder why the animal shelters are beyond capacity. Wonder why you can’t ask a question without offending someone. It’s our society. Something is wrong, seriously wrong. All people seem to care about are themselves. No one wants to take responsibility for their actions. It’s above my pay grade to know what is causing this hostility but it seems everyone is wound way too tight and ready to blow at the simplest things. Duct tape claims to fix everything but this is beyond the scope of even what duct tape can fix.

Maybe it’s time to bring back the front porch swing, rotary telephones, big thick phone books, six-cylinder cars you could work on and county ice cream socials. People were civil to each other then. It seems to me the more the cell phone improved and advanced, the more our society has deteriorated. I think there is a correlation. This is just my personal opinion, and my opinion is just like a tomcat’s butt, every tomcat has one. With me you don’t have to wonder why I prefer the company of animals instead of people.

This is America people. You live in the greatest country on this magnificent planet. Franklin Roosevelt said it best, “We are a nation of many nationalities, many races, many religions bound together by a single unity, the unity of freedom and equality”. Why have so many forgotten this?

How did we go from a nation that got along with each other to one where eating tide pods was a thing?

I say this from the heart, please do something today to be kind to someone. It only takes a second to do something good. Compliment someone. Smile more. Help someone do something. Go by your local shelter and help walk the animals. Take a shelter dog or cat a toy. Open the door for someone. Show someone that you love them. Take a minute to be the solution and not the problem. If you do I guarantee you’ll be happier and live longer.

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Hello Farm Friends! Some dear friends stopped by the other day and were amazed to see the progress Ms. Stella, the Ameri...
10/22/2024

Hello Farm Friends! Some dear friends stopped by the other day and were amazed to see the progress Ms. Stella, the American Bully XI has made. To their astonishment, Ms. Stella has become a true “farm dog”. They never would have believed it if they hadn’t seen it with their own eyes. She trotted around with us and got along with all the farm animals and all the other farm dogs.

Ms. Stella came here as a stray that was found wandering the gravel road, probably dumped and abandoned. She was skinny, hungry, lost and afraid. (See our post last March). First, we got her healthy, had her vet checked and updated her shots. Then we got her spayed so we would not have any puppies.

Then we tried getting her into a Bully rescue. When this was not possible, we rolled up our sleeves and decided to just keep her here and work with her to become a farm dog. We had our work cut out for us but knew this was the only viable solution for her.

We started working with her one on one. She spent the first month in a separate pen only getting out twice a day to go on walks around the farm to acclimate her to her new home, the other dogs and the animals. When she was out, she was always on a leash. We slowly earned her trust, and she earned ours. At first, she went loco for cocoa puffs around goats, pigs, chickens, and cats.

Slowly, with motivation, she was rewarded for not chasing other animals. This also came with words of affirmation. Fast forward to month three and she was allowed to walk with us off her leash. This was our first milestone. She had a couple setbacks but was slowly learning not to chase other animals. If she had a good day she was allowed to come inside and play with the other dogs and dog toys. If not, she was not allowed inside. It didn’t take long for her to understand if she was good, she was rewarded and could come inside and go on road trips.

On month five her progress was so good she was allowed to roam the farm without direct supervision and follow us when we were feeding. There have not been any incidents or chasing other animals. I was amazed and pleased by her progress.

Now, six months in training and she walks right past the goats, sheep, and chickens and doesn’t even bat an eye. The cats were the last frontier to accomplish. They were the hardest to get her to understand. I called them “tree cats” because she kept them all up in the trees most of the time. Today she will glance at them but just walk by without getting excited.

I never would have thought that a bully dog could be a farm dog. A couple days ago, Zack the Yak, was out on walk about. Yes, he was out again. We discovered this when we heard lots of bellowing. Zack was at the Zebu bull fence trying to challenge Mr. Zeemoo to a duel. We intervened before it really got serious and walked him back to his pen. Ms. Stella and Mr. Archie dog helped us herd him back to his pen. A couple times Mr. Zack turned, and snorted like he was going to charge me, but Ms. Stella ran up to him and barked getting him to turn back around and walk up the road. I was so proud of her helping us get him back in his pen. She truly has become a farm dog.

This just shows that with the right training these dogs can be amazing. I’ve also learned how these dogs are “people person” dogs. They just want to be with you. Ms. Stella loves riding to town in the farm truck with the other dogs. She also has as much fun as a puppy when it comes to dog toys. She will flip them in the air and roll around on them. She will also fetch a ball if you throw it and bring it back to you. All things I never associated with the bully breed.

Bullies are very strong and look intimidating, but in actuality, are really sweet intelligent dogs. She has taught me a lot about the breed that I was unaware of. So, if anybody ever asks if a bully dog can become a farm dog, I can adamantly say yes, yes and yes, with the proper training, perseverance and patience.

Hello farm friends! Thank-you to all my dear friends and neighbors for checking on me today after driving  by and seeing...
10/20/2024

Hello farm friends! Thank-you to all my dear friends and neighbors for checking on me today after driving by and seeing the farm gate blocked and the sheriff cars parked outside the gate. I'm ok and all the animals are ok. Thank you. That really meant a lot to me.

Hello Farm Friends! Recently I learned something I didn’t know.You’ve heard me talk about cooking certain things and cho...
10/17/2024

Hello Farm Friends! Recently I learned something I didn’t know.
You’ve heard me talk about cooking certain things and chopping them up and mixing them with dog food. Also, how I cook these things on the stove in a big pot and it really stinks the house up.

It’s been suggested we cook these things outside so the house doesn’t smell so bad while it’s cooking. The reason I don’t is because we can’t get anything done outside while these things cook. Inside, we can play with the inside animals while they are cooking, and we can keep an eye on it. We can spend time with the Blue and Gold McCaw Parrot, the Hedgehog, the baby Tortoise or the Coatimundi.

When I say “things” I’m talking about livers, gizzards, hearts, kidneys, pork fries, tripe, and pork stomachs. Things I personally don’t care about eating but the dogs love them.

Recently we received a shipment of pig tails. Yup, pig tails. We have never received pig tails before. We have had pig stomachs, pig feet, pig ears, and pig snouts. So, after I was done with the outside feeding, I plopped the pig tails in the big pot, filled it with water, and let them cook slowly on the stove. As I was playing with the inside animals the house smoke alarm went off for maybe 10 seconds and then it quit. Animals jumped and exited stage left. It scared them like it did me when it started screeching. I checked the entire house for a possible source and found nothing. Then I went outside and walked around looking for the source but found nothing. After not finding anything, I resumed playing with the inside animals. The smoke alarms that went off are hard-wired so it’s not a battery that needs replaced. The battery powered ones didn’t make a peep. Afterward, once the pig tails cooled, I chopped them up and mixed them with the dog food. The dogs do back flips when they get food mixed with things. If you ever want to see a dog walk upright on his hind legs, just make your dog food like I do. Heck, I could probably teach one to drive a car with this dog food mixture.

Since I had only cooked half of them the next night I decided to cook the rest of the pig tails. I followed the same routine as the previous night. I put them in a pot, filled it with water and let them cook slowly. Sure enough, about 30 minutes later, while I was playing with the inside animals, the hard-wired smoke alarms went off again. They were only on about ten seconds as before and went right off. Again, I looked and looked for a source that caused this but did not find anything.

This has me believing that there is something in a “pig tail” that sets off the hard-wired smoke alarms. Could be something they wash or rinse them in. Maybe some chemical solution. I don’t know. I do know that the smoke alarms went off each time I cooked pig tails inside. The smoke alarm must smell something and after it analyzes the smell it decides it’s not detrimental and turns itself off. Nothing else makes sense and I’ve checked everything.

So, next time you cook a batch of “pig tails” inside, it might set off your smoke alarms if they are hard wired. Or it could be what you call a “laundromat for pigs”. I just don’t know for sure. Oh, you call a laundromat for pigs a “hogwash”. Lol.

Do something today to be kind. It only takes a second to do something good. Compliment someone. Smile more. Help someone do something. Go by your local shelter and help walk the animals. Take a dog or cat a toy. Open the door for someone. Show someone that you love them.

I think I’m going to start a movement to help bring back civility to society. Maybe not me but all of us working together can do it. Seems like we are all wound too tight these days for some reason. Maybe everyone needs a rescued animal to help relieve stress.

Hello Farm Friends! One thing I’ve learned over the years is that city folks are just not like country folks. We may hav...
10/14/2024

Hello Farm Friends! One thing I’ve learned over the years is that city folks are just not like country folks. We may have some similarities, but we are different, very different. Here are a few examples of this that I learned on the farm in the last few months:

During a recent tour of the farm animals, most of the guests had stepped into something nefarious as they entered the pens walking around to meet some of the animals throughout the tour. Heck, you can’t come to an animal farm without stepping in something sooner or later, it’s just part of farm life. This one woman stood out from all the others on first impression by the way she was dressed. Weren’t no Wal-Mart clothes on that woman. She was dressed like she was going to a Halloween hayride put on by the Malibu Drive Socialites. Can you say “way way upscale country”? She also wore knee high riding boots. When I asked about them, she told me they were something called Luschese Torero. Okay, boots made by some Italian fellers instead of Redwing or Ariat, like country folk wear. Back to the story, she had stepped in a several things during the tour. I’m talking plopped her foot right smack dab in the middle of a pile because she couldn’t walk and look down at the same time. Not once, but several times. Oh, she shook it off and choked a few times while doing so, but she carried on. Country folk just walk differently and watch where we step. When the tour was over it ends by the water spigot with a hose pipe just waiting for guests to wash their hands and shoes off. Country folks will grab the bar of "used" soap and wash their hands. City folk won’t touch a bar of soap if someone else had previously used it. It’s just soap people. After she looked disgustingly at me for even offering her the bar of used soap to wash her hands, I offered this lady the hose pipe to rinse her boots off. She looked smack dab at me and shook her head no thanks and said, “these boots are going right into the garbage”. Dumbfounded me said “what, the garbage, are you kidding me? She said, “no not kidding, I could never ever wear these again after what I stepped in today”. I was shocked that someone would throw away a good pair of Italian feller boots instead of just cleaning them off. Country folk will just rinse their boots off, let them dry, and wear them another day. Apparently, some city folk just throw them away. We are definitely becoming a disposable society. When something breaks or rips, country folk will try and fix it, sew it, or mend it while city folks will just throw it away and go buy a new one.

Another thing I notice between country folk and city folk is when they smell something really foul. Pigs don’t know about personal hygiene. They don’t care for the Irish Spring scented smell. All they know is how to take a mud bath in a pig wallow. They have a master’s degree in getting comfortable in a hog wallow. It just makes them happy to roll around and take a nap in a muddy water hole. Now city folk will choke and cough like a cat coughing up fur ball if they smell something foul and scurry away talking to themselves about the awful smell. Country folk will stop at a pig wallow and want to know what type of pig it is, where did it come from, and what is its name. They won’t over dramatize the smell of a pig, a pig pen or a pig wallow. Most country folk won’t even mention the smell. Where the city folk are half a mile ahead of the tour still bent over gagging and coughing. It’s just a pig people. I sometimes wonder if city people “wash” their bacon before eating it to make sure there are no remnants of the muddy pig wallow on their bacon. Lol.

Lastly, I see this on a regular basis. City folk will walk around the farm holding their cell phones over their heads trying to get a signal. It kind of looks funny watching them stumbling around pointing their cell phones at the sky. Us country folk will never ever check on their cell phone during a tour. Why? We already know there is no signal anyway and are used to it. City folk cannot comprehend an area where there is no phone signal in Alabama. You can see the anxiety take hold when city folk discover they only have one quarter of one tenth of one bar on their cell phone out here on the farm. Sometimes one eye will start twitching with the shear stress of not having a working cell phone. One tour visitor asked me “how do you watch Netflix out here”. I said i can answer that in two simple words, “we don’t”. She looked me and emphatically said, “I could never live out here with no internet or a working cell phone”. I answered that in two simple words also, “I’m glad”. She never caught that or understood what I just said to her and I’m so glad! Lol.

No matter what we think of city folk, or what they think of country folk, there is one thing people seem to have forgotten along the way, is that we all have something in common. We are all Americans. Remember that and let it slowly soak in. Repeat after me, "We are all Americans". In this time of times, please be extra nice, be extra kind to everyone and everything. Do something different -Go rescue an animal from your local shelter and have a long and happy life. Be the solution and not the problem.

Hello farm friends. As you know we are an exotic farm animal rescue and animal sanctuary. Some animal breeds here are do...
10/11/2024

Hello farm friends. As you know we are an exotic farm animal rescue and animal sanctuary. Some animal breeds here are domesticated, and some are still considered wild.

I bring this up because recently we were getting Ms. Winnie, the allegedly tame coatimundi, out of her cage for our nightly walk. This routine had been performed hundreds of times without incident. However, this time after she climbed on my shoulder, she suddenly went berserk and opened up a can of whip-butt on me, squalling and biting anywhere she could get her mouth on. Before I could get her off my shoulder she had bitten my ear, my neck, and my shoulder. As I reached up to grab her off of me, she bit my arm really good. She hit the ground and ran to the back door trying to get into the house as I chased behind her trying to stop from bleeding everywhere. When I opened the door, she burst inside and ran to her indoor cage and climbed into her house scared as a rabbit. You would have thought the grim reaper was chasing her with his sickle.

Imagine a crazed wild raccoon sitting on your shoulder when it decided to go loco. This is what it was like.

Because of her usually gentle demeanor, it’s hard sometimes to remember she is actually a wild animal, as her breed has never been domesticated. We don’t know what set her off, but she stayed riled up all night. Even the next day she would not come out of her indoor cage. You couldn’t pry her out with a greased crowbar. It was two days before she was ready to venture outside again. She was cautious and so was I thinking about letting her back onto my shoulder again.

Something had spooked her in her outdoor pen. When she finally wanted to go back outside, she entered her pen and ran all around barking like something was in there. Once she determined there was nothing there, she calmed down. For now, life is back to normal.

Just guessing, but my gut tells me she saw a snake and it scared her. I don’t know because I never got a chance to see anything once she lit into snapping me with those sharp teeth. She acted like this once before when a chicken snake came to pay her a visit. Luckily, I was on the outside of her cage watching her flip out and bounce off the walls. Once the snake left, she was fine.

I’ll end up with a few scars from this incident to add to my collection. Dealing with animals over the years, I’ve been bitten, spit on, kicked, knocked down and punched. Yes, punched. Lol. Mr. Cassidy, the red kangaroo, once hauled off and punched me in the jaw. A red roo packs a wallop because my jaw was sore for several days.

Luckily for me Ms. Winnie is up to date on her rabies shot. All our animals stay updated on their vaccines just in case something like this comes up.

Did you know that once you begin to show signs of rabies, it’s already too late to do anything about it. Yup, there is no cure once the symptoms appear. You will have an inevitable and terrifying death ahead of you. Did you know that rabies kills an average of 59,000 people worldwide each year. It does.

Some animals that “almost never” get rabies are rabbits, squirrels, chipmunks, rats, mice, guinea pigs, gerbils and hamsters. Ever wonder why they almost never get rabies? Because when an infected mammal attacks them, it kills them, so there is no spread of deadly virus. Some animals never get rabies like birds, chickens, snakes, fish, turtles, tortoises, and insects. Ever wonder why? Because they are not mammals.

So, what animals can get rabies? Any mammal, including humans. Raccoons, foxes, skunks, coyotes, bats, deer, cats, dogs, ferrets, horses, cows, sheep and goats to name a few.

A few rabies facts I bet you did not know. First, domestic cats are more likely to get rabies than domesticated dogs. Second, there is no test for rabies in live animals, and lastly there is no treatment for rabies only a preventative vaccine.

So please make sure to get your pets vaccinated for the rabies virus. It not only protects them from the deadly virus but also protects you.

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