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Related: Culture Forums, Support ForumsCats - always confused when they run into a bird (a BIRD!!!) with more attitude than they EVER had..
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dixiegrrrrl
(60,010 posts)sarge43
(28,947 posts)They're strong, aggressive and don't back down. Cat might win, but it would have to use up all its sick days.
AnneD
(15,774 posts)two of their nine lives.
sharp_stick
(14,400 posts)a couple of years ago decided he wanted to make a play for one of the baby turkeys walking through our back yard. He started stalking this poor little fluff ball of wild turkey and had made it to withing 10 or so feet when mama turkey saw what he was doing.
I had no idea a full grown turkey could move that fast, she was after that cat and I think the cat was lucky to get away.
I think the cat came down out of the cherry tree he was chased into a couple of hours later. I never again saw him anywhere near a turkey.
hedgehog
(36,286 posts)if she bounds out from beside the chicken house just at dusk, she can scatter the flock.
Taverner
(55,476 posts)MiddleFingerMom
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When I used ot visit, by the time I got out of my car there would be one
or two of them checking themselves out in the chrome bumpers of my car.
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Anthropomorphizing or not, I don't know if there ANY living creatures that
are more vain than peacocks.
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Kali
(55,032 posts)Watson
MiddleFingerMom
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Seriesly!!!
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nolabear
(42,007 posts)Man, going to their house was a study in terror. We'd try to figure out some kind of distraction and then charge from the gate to the screened in porch, and just pray we made it. My ass got bit more times than I can count. In the book I was smart enough to have one of the characters use a couple of open umbrellas to ward them off but at the time we weren't that smart.
MiddleFingerMom
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The first time I went to visit him when I got out of the Army, he told me to climb over
the fence and go around to the back of the barn to check out his new tractor.
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He never worked the farm for crops (except an EXCEPTIONAL walk-in closet pot patch).
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Duh, MFM, duh.
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When I rounded the back of the barn I saw, not his "new tractor" but his old flock of
geese milling about. They spotted me and ran at me in that terrifying honking, biting,
hissing and wing-flapping way that is so endearing.
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I started running back for the fence (later realizing proudly that I hadn't soiled myself)
and I believe I cleared that 6-foot fence without touching it.
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MFMTom was leaning in the doorway to his farmhouse, laughing his stupid stupid head off.
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Farm humor.
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Understandably inexplicable to us city boys.
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Asshole!!!
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sarge43
(28,947 posts)nolabear
(42,007 posts)A local farmer swapped out the goats when new kids were born and we always knew it was time to give them back when the little billies started making bruises on us. Cute as buttons, but DAMN were they in love with butting everything they could get to!
MiddleFingerMom
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... lived on that intersection. His farmhouse on one corner, a general store/gas station on
another, a bank on the third, and an enormous open field on the fourth where they towed
and landed sailplanes.
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Once, a new manager at the bank spent a good part of 3 or 4 weekends designing and
planting these huge beautiful flower gardens on the bank property. MiddleFingerMomTom
said it was an impressive, even inspirational achievement.
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His goats translated "impressive" and "inspirational" to "delicious". The weekend when the
manager completed his Herculean task, they broke free of their enclosure, crossed the
state highway and had their way with those flowers.
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MFMTom said that for a while, nobody knew whether or not that manager was going to
shoot the goats, MiddleFingerMomTom, or himself.
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Thankfully, he found it in his heart to forgive all involved... to the point where he
eventually stopped throwing rocks at "that damned farmhouse across the road".
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The only other structure within miles was a small roadhouse about a quarter-mile away
from the farm. Don McLean lived in the area and MFMTom said he used to come by now
and then in his van and ask the bartender if he could set up and play for the 4 or 5
folks in that bar.
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Duh!!!
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