If you are not a Florida Native you may have screamed this as you stepped outside and as your foot hits the ground flying objects whirl up into the sky in front of you, you duck covering your face with your hands you may even feel them hitting you. You open your eyes and there is the alien looking up.

You have just met the eastern Lubber Grasshopper.

I just took my dog Poppy out for a walk and there were so many of these grasshoppers flying up and away from me and some flying into me it was not a very relaxing walk! My sister’s two pekin ducks are so funny trying to run after them very seldom catching one! They have brutalized my flowers eating stalks and leaves. I put some pest dust on one and it just fluttered its wings and kept on eating! Guess I missed the only time to get control over them which is when they 1st hatch looking like small black grasshoppers with an orange strip.

See How to kill Eastern Lubber Grasshoppers By Kimberly Sharpe at Hunker.com

I am a Si-Fi movie fan strange for a 73-year-old and have often wondered where the writer/producer came up with the “look” of the alien then I discovered that just maybe they used insects.

It’s Fall and our daylight hours are starting to be shorter and shorter causing our evening feeding time to need light to assist in finding the right buckets.  For years we have had this “magical” light that comes on when its dark lighting up the paddock area, however, it has recently began to stay on then off so I called the electric company to see if they could send someone out to fix it and to my surprise they said there would be someone out in about an hour.

My sister and I waited to watch for the truck so we could tell them to use the big gate out on the highway. We gathered up all the herd to keep them from being in the way.  Down our narrow lane comes one of the electric company’s BIG WHITE trucks. We failed to catch him before he came down the lane, he gets out of the truck to ask where the pole with our magical light was located. We pointed to it and told him he would need to go through the pasture to reach it.  He noticed the donkeys and asked if there would be any problem. “No, we said, they will just stand with us and watch.

By now it was getting dark and the BIG White truck came through the gate with its lights on finding its way through bushes making lots of noise like a bulldozer its lights taking on the appearance of big spooky eyes, its big chrome grill seemed to be a mouth with teeth and the roar of the motor sounding like a big monster!  We stood back with the donkeys watching then I noticed Petunia was missing there she was standing directly in front of the Big White Monster with her ears up in the protective stance her feet braced firm she was not going to let this monster get her people!

At first, we thought that she was just being nosey, so I went to get her, and she snorted at me telling me to get behind her!  The repairman finished and brought the boom down he noticed the little donkey standing guard asking if it as okay to get down. He got into the big white truck to leave however little Petunia took exception and we had to go get her so he could leave, As the Big White Monster made its way to the gate Little Petunia followed him all the way to make sure he did not come back!

Check out Hobby Farm’s article about how Donkeys Make Good Guardians.

As I drive down the road I look to the right and a familiar site comes into view a smile comes upon my face there are donkeys in the pasture next to me, I realize that not all people know the touch of a soft nose with whiskers, the sound of their voices all so different that you can identify each one as they sing the ”Good Morning” song.

Well there goes “Lucy Goosey” AKA Barz chiming in at the age of three she still has not found her grown up voice. Petunia AKA Rooty-Tooty, a round little body, hairy ears, starts with a high note like a train turning the bend then winds down with short little snorts as if she has come unwound. Then overpowering them all BIG MAMA has put out the call – the loudest of them all. But wait, what kind of bray is that? Ahern-a-anug! It’s Atlas my mustang trying to blend in, but with his short ears it’s obvious he is not the same poor thing he just doesn’t have a clue!

They all take their places, Atlas at the big gate, Barz just down from him. Petunia stands quietly reaching with her little nose trying to appear as big as the rest.

Big Mama stands by the little gate that leads into her stall looking regal and dignified after all she is the biggest of all! Finally, the sound of grain rattling in the can prompts them to make the final turn around. While Atlas stays at the big gate, Barz moves to the little gate where her Aunt Clyde is waiting for her to do her only trick “Open the gate Barz!”, Barz moves Petunia and Big Mama out of her way this is her time to shine! “This gate is mine!”

She bumps the gate with her head swinging it wide so proud of her performance she takes her place walking next to Aunt Clyde. “Get Go!” Aunt Clyde yells and Petunia hurries ahead to her stall her head in her empty bucket letting her know that she should have been first after all she is the fastest of them all. As Barz and Petunia begin to dine Atlas is walking next to me talking all the way -I think he is trying to tell me he cannot bray! “It’s OK to be different.” I said, patting him on his head. Quietly hanging back Big Mama waits patiently knowing if she allows scratching down her back, she gets rewarded with a handful of Atlas’ food that Aunt Kay has held back. Then she looks back to see if Petunia and Barz have been fed she finally heads to her stall – you always save the best till the last after all.

I continued by the pasture where the donkeys had caught my eye wishing that others could hear our morning choir singing it’s such a great way to have your day’s beginning!