This is a story of a strange day. a day on which a house at the bottom of the hill exploded. and a day on which three neighbors stopped by to say they had been awakened by a persistent stream of coyote-howl ringing through the night. and since i had a nervous feeling anyway, since i tend to be nervous, we went to fetch the kids to bring them back to the barnyard. just in case.
As you can see from the photo of their pasture, they probably would have been just.fine - as the llama is very much taller than everything else in the field. but to the barnyard we brought them.
En route we climbed some rocks. if you were ever looking for a whole bunch of friends to jump on some rocks that have been gathered there over the many years by farmers who dislike rocks in their pastures because it ruins the blades on their mowers. well. its good to have a bunch of goat friends. they keep you on.your.toes.
50 notes, July 19, 2012