This isn’t a story based on Mr Orwell’s famous book, Animal Farm. It’s about the trip out we made when we took the Grandchildren to a small breeds farm and owl centre in lovely Herefordshire. Easter school holidays and we were fortunate to have both Grandchildren stay with us for a few days.
The weather was kind to us this year as the last time we visited was on a bitterly cold day in February. As the name suggests, this is a farm full of small animals such as sheep, goats, ponies and toy horses. This time of year too, there are quite a few young Spring lambs and goats that the children can pet and enjoy.
Another feature, especially for the children, is the provision of small tubs of food pellets that you carry around with you and feed the goats or the sheep as you come across them. Wanting to join in and be a part of the Grandchildren’s gang for the day, both the wife and I carried a small bucket of pellets too. I had no idea what I was in for.
There are strict instructions to feed only the goats and sheep and you must place a handful of pellets on the palm of your hand and offer them to the animals. The children were naturals at this and so was the wife, but me, oh my, it was one of those moments where you put your hand out and just before the slobbering mouth of a sheep takes in the pellets, I kept pulling my hand back! It felt like putting your hand in a bowl of jellyfish and waiting for the sting.
Of course, it wasn’t anything like that, but when I finally managed to do it, it was still a strange sensation, especially with those animals that have tongues like sandpaper! I’m glad I did it though and it gave the Grandchildren a good laugh. Bit by bit though, I started putting handfuls from my bucket into the children’s buckets without them knowing. I just couldn’t live with the slobber!!
The Small Breeds Animal and Owl Farm has a website and comes highly recommended. Even my Grandson asked if we could return the following day, but, tenpin bowling was already on the agenda.