It comes to something when the horse doings on the smallholding require the attention of a mini digger to shift it.
Thus began a terrifying 48 hours at Rick HQ where yours truly mistakenly thought driving a mini bobcat around would be "fun" when in fact it was everything but. Mini bobcats are uses to flat building site type terrain so the side of the bonsai mountain where we are perched meant it felt like at every opportunity and there were many believe me it tried to tip over or roll backwards or fall forwards.
When that wasnt happening yours truly thought it was going to topple into the well, fall forwards into a vast pile of pooh never to be seen again
and many other such near death scenarios filled the time.
A rather large dog
decided I needed
some help in the cab built for one
but he soon found
that ehading back indoors was the best idea.
The boys on the other hand when not playing on the "winter project" thought having a digger was ace and had to be dragged out of it everytime it was parked.
To them it wasnt a near death machine but a huge Tonka Toy that boring old Dad would not let them use.
This didnt stop them trying.
However
by the end of the torment
a huge big job had been crossed off the list.
The horrid machine was returned.
The nerd survived.
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