Ah, the work of a farmer is never, ever done.
At 3am or thereabouts, a thunderstorm rolled in last night.
Of course, despite all the fence the carnivore husband has done
time and money have not allowed a 3 sided shelter to be built in the 3 acre
field where the cow, llama and stallion are.
The rain was coming down so hard, I sent the husband out to take up the stallion, which was simple enough. JC Signature has the good sense to know John is out to rescue him from the storm, and he was eager to come in!
The cow, Stella, also run right out and up with him to be put in her dry stall, but Keisha, the llama, is another story.
So here I am - standing on the porch in the middle of the night and can barely see 10 feet in front of me with the sheets of rain coming down, and there is John wrestling the llama all over the field. I can barely make the goings on out from the porch, and then he manages, after a fair amount of time has passed, to drag her toward the hill to make their way to the barn, and she stops mid way there, refuses to budge and it took everything in him to get her on up to the barn.
He never liked the llama, anyway. Since I am not the one that came in chilled and soaked through to the bone, I still like her quite well ;)
At 3am or thereabouts, a thunderstorm rolled in last night.
Of course, despite all the fence the carnivore husband has done
time and money have not allowed a 3 sided shelter to be built in the 3 acre
field where the cow, llama and stallion are.
The rain was coming down so hard, I sent the husband out to take up the stallion, which was simple enough. JC Signature has the good sense to know John is out to rescue him from the storm, and he was eager to come in!
The cow, Stella, also run right out and up with him to be put in her dry stall, but Keisha, the llama, is another story.
So here I am - standing on the porch in the middle of the night and can barely see 10 feet in front of me with the sheets of rain coming down, and there is John wrestling the llama all over the field. I can barely make the goings on out from the porch, and then he manages, after a fair amount of time has passed, to drag her toward the hill to make their way to the barn, and she stops mid way there, refuses to budge and it took everything in him to get her on up to the barn.
He never liked the llama, anyway. Since I am not the one that came in chilled and soaked through to the bone, I still like her quite well ;)
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