This past week my husband and I spent innumerable hours at the farm until dark several nights in a row, getting the fencing up for the llamas' arrival on Sunday. We also had to prep the stalls, get hay, feed, minerals, etc., etc.
The children, and indeed friends' children were on hand for the arrival. The folks we bought the llamas from were later in arriving than originally planned, so we were lucky there was a nice fat garter snake to hold their attention for a bit.
At last they arrived.
We all watched the new arrivals for a while, and then Drew and I went and got fried chicken, and we all had a picnic, in the middle of the field, in the back of the pickup, watching the llamas, and watching cars slow down as they realized what was in the field. Our daughter's boyfriend was there, and I believe this confirmed for him the fact that we are not your typical family: we are artists, and farmers, and educators, and professionals, and hicks, and snobs, all rolled into one. But there are worse things we might be, so I am okay with that! We might be folks, with 9-5 jobs we felt trapped in, living in an apartment with no green space, and be miserable. Instead we are overworked, never stopping, always trying new things, but pretty satisfied overall. I'm good with that!
|The chickens are unimpressed!|