I live in a zoo

A Guest Blog by Chicken Wrangler Sara

Matt Damon bought his zoo on purpose, but I live in a Zoo where I never know what will arrive next.

Guinea pigs in the girls’ room.

Dachshunds everywhere.

Chickens way out there in the backyard.

Bearded dragon in the front living room behind glass.

Quail in the garage, growing up fast.

Goose eggs, hatching.

Big dogs in the back yard, where they belong.

It’s fun to live in zoo. Most of the time.

This morning Matt yelled on his way to the kitchen, “Mom, there’s a snake on my floor!”

Word must have gotten out that we have our own farm aka zoo, and all animals are welcome. Well, that’s not entirely true and someone forgot to tell the snake.

It was only a small rough earth snake and Beekeeper Brian came to the rescue.

I do wonder where it went when Brian let it loose outside.

I don’t want to hear, while fixing coffee in the morning, that there’s a snake in the kitchen.

That’s where I draw the line for living in a zoo!

2 Comments on “I live in a zoo

  1. Not allowed to have pigs in the city – thank goodness! Besides our son is proficient at snake killing with a shovel when the snake is in the chicken coop. He eats less than a pig and smells better too.

  2. Didn’t you read Lonesome Dove? Pigs eat snakes. That’s what you need. A couple pigs.

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