Luck o’ the Farmer Contest
Congratulations to Angela Carrigan of Irvine, Calif., winner of the HobbyFarms.com "Luck O' the Farmer" contest. As the winning entry, Angela will receive a selection of books from the Hobby Farms bookshelf! Here's her story:
It was kidding season on the farm. Hearing a baby goat screaming because he had wandered too far from its mom was common. On this night, the sound broke my heart. I alerted my other half to go check because this one "sounded little." He went to check the goats. He never found the "little one" who was making a racket; instead, he smelled smoke. There was an electrical fire just beginning to flare up. That phantom cry and our compassion saved the farm. It was a windy night, and if he had not smelled the smoke and put out the fire, we might have lost the farm. Windy nights, wooden buildings and fire don't mix!
Thank you to everyone who participated in the "Luck O' the Farmer" contest. The editors found so many of your stories to be amazing, inspiring and even funny. Here are some more of our favorite stories:
I had been seeing a black cat in the tractor shed in the early winter. I felt sorry for the cat, which was wild, so I started feeding it. I would put the food on the floor in the evening and sure enough in the morning it was gone. Just last week, I took more food to the shed, placed it on the floor and called "kitty, kitty," and I saw the black cat coming toward the feed. It being dark in the shed I did not notice the white strip on part of the cats back until the cat was about 10 feet away. at that time I turned and ran toward the house, turned, and saw the skunk eating the food I had put out for the stray black cat. I feed I was lucky that the skunk did not spray me. —Gilbert Fowler, Ash Flat, Ark.
While I've had my share of beginner slip-ups, none have been as disconcerting as realizing that you’ve let your four dogs out repeatedly throughout the night and forgot to close up the chicken coop. My dogs, you see, are typical prey-driven critters when they’re together. It only takes one wild bird to move too quickly and the dogs take up the chase. I discovered my error early in the morning and hoped that I’d be lucky and all of the chickens would be spared because they were still roosting. I was able to get all of the dogs back into the house but one. I held my breath and went in search. I started running when I saw a tail go past the coop door. When I got to the coop though, my panic turned to laughter. Turns out that I was there to rescue the dog, not the chickens. Abigail was backed into a corner surrounded by 15 angry hens. Since then, my girls have proven to be a brave lot. They’ve tamed the feral cat colony living under the garage and have taught the dogs that they need to respect the chickens and our new rooster. Lessons learned by all of us.—Leah Fleming, Walkersville, Md.