I am definitely a city person. Not a city girl, like the ladies in SATC, but I like my mod-cons and I dislike animal poo.
Today we all went to a local animal farm for (yet another) birthday party. Golden Ridge Animal Farm in Dural. I would love to give them a gold star for disability access as the staff we dealt with were lovely (and thought my kids were gorgeous...that always helps). BUT, in spite of them having no steps anywhere, it was very bumpy uneven ground all throughout the property, and Ashlea's brand new wheels now definitely look like they've been off-roading.
Audrey and Emma had a great time patting all the animals. Ashlea loved the idea of patting the animals but wasn't so keen on how they actually felt. Here are some phone pics of the girls with the animals.
I don't have any pics of Ashlea with the animals, as I was too busy trying to protect the baby ducklings from her.
No Ashlea, don't grab its head.
STOP, don't throw it on the floor.
Do animal rights activists know what goes on at kids petting zoos???
Ashlea's mantra of the day was "Wanna see a amimals". She seemed quite interested in them, and put her hand out to touch quite a few of them.
Her first screaming fit of the day (and there were many) was prompted by hearing the rooster crow.
Elephants she said.
Wanna see a elephants.
Having heard neither of them before in real life, I guess she thought she was hearing an elephant for the first time??? Or maybe it is just that when I pretend to be an elephant (as you do when you have small children) I sound like a rooster?
As we wandered around the farm (me carrying Ashlea as it was too rocky for the chair), I had my usual affect on animals - they all crapped themselves. It doesn't matter if it is a zoo or a farm, whenever I walk up to an animal in an enclosure....you can be sure it will take a dump.
See I told you I'm not a country person. Do you still need more evidence?
We lost the ear piece from Ashlea's glasses, so I retraced our steps to find it. Just as I spotted it, a CHICKEN picked it up and started to run off with it. Thankfully the farmer lady rescued it for me.
Animals do not love me.
I ended up taking Ashlea home early as she wasn't happy to sit in the wheelchair (picture a screaming, back arching child) and I couldn't keep carrying her. Much to her horror I also didn't let her 'crawl on the floor' as she requested.
In spite of all this it was actually a really fun day out!! All the girls enjoyed it - even Ashlea.
Here is one last pic of Murray and the girls feeding a baby goat.