As you may know, I’m on vacation this week – I’m actually in Olympia, Washington visiting my son Kris and his girlfriend Tanya for a few days.
Yesterday, we went pumpkin-picking at a local farm stand. You know the drill – you can either select the harvested pumpkins from a table, or you can go into the garden and harvest your own.
And that’s what we did. I wasn’t planning on bringing any back, but I did help Kris and Tanya find pumpkins for their own home.
Of course, then I come across this little baby.
Now does that pumpkin look like anybody you know? Well, it does have the orange, leathery skin… all it needs is a toupee and a Twitter account…
Of course, Kris picks up the deformed pumpkin and poses with it. So technically if Kris plays the role of Beavis… then the pumpkin can be Butt-Head. Right?
But I digress.
Kris and Tanya are still searching for pumpkins that don’t have butt cheeks attached, and I’m looking for photographic subjects.
And I come across a little kiddie petting area. I tried to photograph a small pony, but he got camera shy and left. However, a few moments later, a rooster was pecking around the horse’s cage area … totally oblivious to the horse manure and straw in the vicinity.
Yep, so if you’ve ever felt like the world is treating you like horse manure, just remember that you could be the rooster walking through the horse manure.
And I’m thinking … what’s a rooster doing in the horse pen? This makes no sense.
A few minutes later, I discovered what had happened. Looks like Foghorn Leghorn decided to walk THROUGH the large spaces in the cage bars as if he was going from one room to another.
In fact, here he is making a jailbreak, just like Thin Lizzy.
Nice move, poultry dude. Get away before Colonel Sanders finds you!
Okay, now a trip through the petting zoo … and sure enough, I find a little baby kid goat. And apparently this rambunctious little dude has been banging his head on this, that and the other thing … because he’s turned himself into a unicorn. As in … he knocked one of his horns off his fool head.
Meanwhile, Kris and Tanya have rounded up three choice pumpkins, and after some other souvenir purchases (including pumpkin butter, which I’m shipping one bottle of the savory substance back to the 518/838), we were on our way to dinner.
Fun afternoon in and of itself. And a great afternoon for picking pumpkins – and gawking at pumpkins.
And no, I didn’t buy the butt-head pumpkin.
I deal with enough butt-heads in my life, I don’t need to import an additional butt-head pumpkin from Washington. 😀