Berserk Llama Syndrome

I’m finally coming up for air from the depths of our first farm season. Some of the highlights of the busy season included chasing chickens that NEVER go in the direction you expect or want them to go in, catching sheep and sticking my finger into their eyeballs (a humane and chem-free way to check for worms), hours upon sweaty hours of picking beans and much more. I can honestly say that I loved it and I am looking forward to many more years of it all. 

We are also still eating very well. Our meal the other night included almost all farm fresh food: grilled lamb from our pastures marinated in rosemary, mint and garlic from the garden. And a potato soup made with our homegrown chicken stock, potatoes, onions, garlic, and rosemary. We also found an open bottle of white wine left over from an event at the farm that we drank with this amazing dinner. Delicious!

Oh yes, and Ravi the llama has turned out to be a bit crazy. We have to walk by his pasture every day going to and from our apartment. It’s an adventure because he’s often lurking by his fence with his mouth full of spit, just waiting for us to get close enough to hit. The worst thing about llama spit is that it smells disgusting! Derek has taken to running at Ravi with his arms flailing and yelling at the top of his lungs to scare him off. I just try to run really fast past him. At least it provides some entertaining moments.

I hope you are all doing well. We’ll keep the photos and anecdotes coming.