Gnorm Visits Amish Country

Nestled quietly between Pat’s seat and the motor home door, Gnorm patiently endured the long ride. However, it was hard to hold him back when his nose told him he was in farm land! We had all we could do to keep him off the dash. From his cozy vantage point he could only dream of what his surroundings must look like because the windows are out of his view. So, we elevated Gnorm to dash and he couldn’t believe his eyes. He was in “garden heaven!” He was delirious from the luscious green rolling hills of farm land bursting with corn, vegetables and tobacco, and all of it basted with a frequent lingering scent of farm animals as we made our way to our temporary destination.
Gnorm couldn’t take it any more. He vaulted out of the motor home and headed right for the nearest farm… Farmer Sam’s! Gnorm had to get his feet into the rich black dirt of Lancaster County. Here you see Gnorm inspecting Farmer Sam’s tobacco harvest. We couldn’t stop him. From there he headed for the trout “farm” across the street from our campground. Here, while tossing in a few food bits into the water, Gnorm was “accosted” by the local “security” swan!
I had to rescue him from the tenacious (and hoggish) feathered guardian!
A bird more than five times his size didn’t even faze Gnorm. He headed for the farmers cows! Realizing cows were a lot bigger than a mere bird, he was reluctant to go boldly where no gnome has gone before. With stealth and dexterity, Gnorm was rewarded with a “close encounter” of the real kind.

His eyes and sinus’ filled with local aesthetics we had to bring Gnorm back down to reality.
We had to rush him back to the cool air of the motor home. Gnorm was suffering either from all he had taken in or he was getting sick from the up-close and personal exposure to cow “chips.”
But, as he said, “what a way to go!”