The Adventures of Maggie and the Old ManImagine a place where adventures happen every day. Where an old man, who wants a quiet life,
naturally attracts animals and people into his life to help him grow and evolve.
Where a family connect with nature, live from a place of joy and wonder, and embrace the beauty
in slowing down to grow even more.
Where the chickens love foraging, the ducks love poo-ing and swimming, Indie loves hunting Beth,
Beth loves getting away from Indie, the bees love collecting nectar and the old man has to clean up the mess.
Enjoy the mayhem and the madness that happens in this farming community.
Love Bear xo
Disclaimer: These stories may or may not have happened and artistic licence has been used. The names of the animals have been changed to protect them, except for Indie, she’s our labradoodle. As to who the Old Man is, well I’ll leave that up to your imagination, ha ha
‘Watch this,’ Al said to John.
Al flew around 180 degrees and then let one rip, right on the Old Man’s pool deck.
It was black, thick, oozy poo – the kind ducks do.
‘Ha ha ha.’ They couldn’t stop laughing.
‘He’s going to hate that!’
As the sun rose over the farm, the darkness disappeared and the beautiful flowers and green grass came to life.
The old man was fast asleep in his warm, cosy bed. When all of a sudden he heard:
‘Cock-a-doodle-do, cock-a-doodle-do, cock-a-doodle-do.’
His eyes sprung open and he sat upright in bed.
The old man sat quietly on his back deck, reflecting on the day. He’d had a big few days actually but today was the hardest, and he was sad.
He remembered back to the day he went to pick his chickens. There they were running around in a ladies backyard. She’d bred them from little eggs, fertilising them, keeping them warm and watching them, one by one, crack open as each new baby chicken hatched into life.
Maggie stood at her kitchen sink, washing the breakfast dishes from the morning rush. The kids had gone off to school and Mark to work.
She looked out the kitchen window, as she ran her dish cloth around the next breakfast bowl. ‘How divine is my life?’ She thought and let out a sigh.
Never in her wildest dreams did she believe this kind of life was possible but it was, and here she was living it – every single bit of it.
As the rain came down, Maggie watched through her kitchen window. It’d been raining for months but Maggie didn’t mind. She loved watching the rain as it danced on the pool and ran down the leaves of her precious trees. She also loved watching the Old Man’s chickens run for cover, they were funny little things.
Maggie looked out the kitchen window, daring Teddy to jump into the pool in his pyjamas. ‘Can I?’ Teddy asked. ‘Of course,’ Maggie said smiling.
Kids are meant to do crazy things. Maggie thought, Actually, I need to do a few crazy things.
“Hmmm” Maggie wondered what crazy things she could do.
“KEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEK.” Paulie the Plovers called as he ran across the street to avoid the oncoming car and protect his wife Louise and their babies.
As Paulie stood on the grass, he stared the Old Man down as his car drove past.
They had 3 little Plovers, Darcy, Milly and Archie, who were cute as a button, with their fluffy little coats and of course they looked just like his beautiful wife.