Spectators while I fly...

[Edfrombama]

Good morning to all-
So, this morning being flat calm- not a breath of wind blowing, I naturally took up one of my little planes- the Turbo Timber Evolution to be sure- and walked back to the flying field behind my house. I greatly enjoy flying this little STOL plane and taking off and landing from the grass of the field.
Now, I usually don't get many onlookers while I fly, but this morning I discovered that I had a group of spectators who were taking a considerable interest in me and my efforts. It seemed that Naomi's goats- they all live down the road from me- had escaped their enclosure and they were having a nice morning's explore of the area. These goats were standing quietly behind me watching as I flew. They seemed to be totally indifferent to my plane until I brought it in for a practice landing. When the plane came buzzing in and touched down about ten yards from me and the goats, that seemed to really catch the goats' attention.
In fact, it panicked the goats badly.

The goats snorted, leapt away backwards and stampeded as a group back home to their pen and safety.

I reckon goats just don't approve of rc planes.

you all be safe and keep well- Ed

 

[Lucifur10]

Call Naomi and offer to round up the "kids" if by chance they get out again. Could be good practice.

 

[Roog]

Good morning to all-
So, this morning being flat calm- not a breath of wind blowing, I naturally took up one of my little planes- the Turbo Timber Evolution to be sure- and walked back to the flying field behind my house. I greatly enjoy flying this little STOL plane and taking off and landing from the grass of the field.
Now, I usually don't get many onlookers while I fly, but this morning I discovered that I had a group of spectators who were taking a considerable interest in me and my efforts. It seemed that Naomi's goats- they all live down the road from me- had escaped their enclosure and they were having a nice morning's explore of the area. These goats were standing quietly behind me watching as I flew. They seemed to be totally indifferent to my plane until I brought it in for a practice landing. When the plane came buzzing in and touched down about ten yards from me and the goats, that seemed to really catch the goats' attention.
In fact, it panicked the goats badly.

The goats snorted, leapt away backwards and stampeded as a group back home to their pen and safety.

I reckon goats just don't approve of rc planes.

you all be safe and keep well- Ed

True story, honest!

Animals seem to have an unhealthy interest in models planes, a good friend of mine, Pete, flys free flight models, they are a work of art, but he is never sure where they are going to land**. He uses a radio tracker in the hope that he might be reunited with his models after a successful flight.
One summer at a flying competition in France, his model went missing in a field of long grass some way off the main flying field. Unfortunately on his arrival at the landing (crash site) he found his model being eaten by a sizable cow, or as it has been nick named 'Francois de bovine'. The bovine featured as a regular 'columnist' in the club magazine for a couple of years to follow, their main topic was the edibility of particular types of aircraft and how much they looked forward to the club visiting again, my mate Pete has never been allowed to forget. His only comfort is that Francois* has quite likely been consumed, so their reputation lived on far longer than the creature its self.

* I'm not sure if it was named Francois but this is immaterial to this story, it was a French name of sorts, possibly male, which would be weird because grazing cattle in dairy farms are obviously female.
** To me this seems to be a definition of utter madness, "Launching an uncontrolled aircraft which has taken many hours of painstaking effort to build into a thermal and expecting to see it again!"

 

[WickedFog]

True story, honest!

Animals seem to have an unhealthy interest in models planes, a good friend of mine, Pete, flys free flight models, they are a work of art, but he is never sure where they are going to land**. He uses a radio tracker in the hope that he might be reunited with his models after a successful flight.
One summer at a flying competition in France, his model went missing in a field of long grass some way off the main flying field. Unfortunately on his arrival at the landing (crash site) he found his model being eaten by a sizable cow, or as it has been nick named 'Francois de bovine'. The bovine featured as a regular 'columnist' in the club magazine for a couple of years to follow, their main topic was the edibility of particular types of aircraft and how much they looked forward to the club visiting again, my mate Pete has never been allowed to forget. His only comfort is that Francois* has quite likely been consumed, so their reputation lived on far longer than the creature its self.

* I'm not sure if it was named Francois but this is immaterial to this story, it was a French name of sorts, possibly male, which would be weird because grazing cattle in dairy farms are obviously female.
** To me this seems to be a definition of utter madness, "Launching an uncontrolled aircraft which has taken many hours of painstaking effort to build into a thermal and expecting to see it again!"

Beef burgers... They give you wings!