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The Dangers of Urban Farming

By Audrey Pavia, Urban Farm Contributing Editor

Monday, June 21, 2010

Photo by Audrey Pavia

Randy with Rio, who haunts his dreams.

My husband Randy grew up in the mean streets of New York City, in a tough Italian-American neighborhood. While kids living in rural communities were raising lambs for 4-H, Randy was fighting off muggers, crazy people and bullies. He learned to survive with his fists.

Fast-forward a few decades later. Randy is now the prime caretaker of our small urban farm. He tends to the chickens during the day, tossing them scratch, fetching eggs from the nest boxes and keeping the coop supplied with food and water. He also manages our three horses for me while I’m at work, walking them to the community arena for turnouts, cleaning their stalls and filling up their water barrels.

It would seem that his life on our tiny 1/2-acre urban farm is about as different from his youth in Manhattan as it gets. Apparently, not so. I found this out the hard way the other night.

It was 5:30 a.m. and I was sound asleep when I felt a blow to my left eye. I sat up in bed with my hand covering my face, and yelled “Ouch!” 

“Huh?” came a sleepy mumble from my husband beside me. “What happened?”

“You just socked me in the eye!” I told him as I got out of bed and staggered to the bathroom mirror to check out the damage.

“I was having a nightmare,” he said. “I was playing basketball at Madison Square Garden, and there were horses on the court. One of them started guarding me, and he tried to bite me. So I punched him.”

I immediately thought of how Rio, our 2-year-old gelding, is constantly swinging his mouth around in play, acting as if he is going to bite. Since Randy spends the most time with Rio, he spends a lot of time dodging these phantom bites. Apparently, Rio’s behavior is affecting Randy’s sleep.

My shock at waking up with a punch to the eye was soon replaced with hysterical laughter after hearing about this dream. As I sat doubled over on the edge of bed wiping tears from my cheeks, I couldn’t help but think how much Rio the comedian would appreciate this story if only he could understand.  

The next morning, my eye had a red mark under it where Randy’s hand had landed in its pursuit of the fouling equine. I still thought it was pretty funny, and couldn’t wait to get to the office and tell my co-workers the story of how my husband popped me in the eye.

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Good to know
a', Houston, TX
Posted: 12/29/2013 8:17:11 AM
Very funny story. It's interesting how our dreams always seem so real when we dream them.
David, Omaha, NE
Posted: 10/10/2010 5:56:58 AM
Funny story, Audrey! Better put some horse blinders on when you sleep now. ;)
-Michelle
Michelle, Laguna Beach, CA
Posted: 8/2/2010 1:51:08 PM
Funny.
Galadriel, Lothlorien, ME
Posted: 6/24/2010 11:07:36 PM

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Audrey Pavia

Audrey Pavia
Keeping farm animals in the city can be a real hoot. Follow freelance writer Audrey Pavia's adventures in Southern California with a yard full of urban livestock, including horses, chickens, a Corgi and an urban barn cat. She somehow manages all these silly critters while working full-time, with no one to help her but her husband, Randy, a born-and-raised New Yorker. And you thought "The Simple Life" was out there?

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