Category Archives: animals

San Pete County

We stopped off at Joe Bennion’s pottery shop, Horseshoe Mountain Pottery in Spring City this week, on our way to pick up our Birch Creek Ranch camper.

Lots of pots to choose from- in the end we picked out a cereal bowl (we tend to be a little hard on those at our house). I wanted a medium-sized mug, for sipping tea, but there were only small and XL ones available (hint there, Country Joe).

I have always been a big fan of this stained glass window in the shop, I don’t know who made it, (friend of the Bennions?) but it intrigues me.

Cooberrie Animal Sanctuary

By popular demand, we bring you a day at the Cooberrie Animal Sanctuary. Highly recommended by locals and receiving a brief mention with a “but it’s nothing fancy” attachment by the tourist information people, we knew it was the place for us.
All of the animals here had been rescued, some get rehabilitated and re-released into the wild or if necessary are able to permanently reside in the sanctuary. Each animal had a name and a story posted by their homes making the whole day welcoming and personal. When F called from across the clearing, “It’s hot and fuzzy inside Gloria’s (the kangaroo) pouch!”, we knew just what was going on and with which animal friend.
We must also mention the important (but slightly weird) fact that there was a swimming pool- right smack dab in the middle of kangaroo land. (At this point in the trip we were keenly aware that wet kids are happy kids, making their parents lives much much easier after a daily dip.)

Contest #1


TEDDY OLSEN
FATTY
BUT CUTE
BLONDE
LIKES MUD.
Aussies like to give their dogs first and last names, I just met a lady who was walking Charlie Brown, anyway this is Teddy Olsen’s dog tag. Noelle wonders if you had to wear a dog tag like this what would your dog tag say?
Please reply the winner of the best dog tag will recieve a thoughful gift ftom down under.

The Goat-Lejre, Denmark

This is the goat moments before he took 2 year old Marcus Ream and sent him flying. We were watching the kids pet the goat then in a quick snap he hooked Marcus by the the seat of his pants and flung him into a perfect back flip landing on his back in the grass. I screamed in fear like a little girl as I saw him twisting in the air above the goats horns. After we found out that Marcus was not dead or had not broken his neck we could not stop laughing. I still have this image in my mind of Marcus 6 feet in the air upside down legs spread flipping and twisting above the horns of this cranky goat.