Llama School

I decided to take advantage of the cooler weather and work with Thelma and Louise in the round pen today. I wanted to try the Mallon Method to see how the girls would respond to it. Either it works like charm or Thelma is the world’s smartest llama. In twenty minutes we went from her not really wanting to be touched at all to me scratching her ears and her wearing a pack. No lie. Of course it helps that she’s a total sweetheart.

Louise on the other hand has already informed me it won’t be quite so simple with her.

“I’ve got all the street smarts I need, lady. I don’t need no schoolin’ and I ain’t carryin’ no stinkin’ pack.”

“Well then, Louise, how about we just work on halter training and toe nail trimming?”

“I don’t trust you. You have beady eyes.”

I’m thinking it might be more like 20 hours rather than 20 minutes with Louise.

Tough Decisions

It is hard to let go. Even when I know it is the right thing to do.

They are cute, but cute doesn’t cut it when times are tough. The goats are seeking employment elsewhere. A place where Daisy can find a new hunk of burnin’ love to make babies with and where Bo and Luke can, well, um, eat cookies and scratch themselves. Given the drought situation we have to make the decision to focus on fiber producing animals only.

Then there is the even tougher decision.

My sweet Willa has had yet another chicken dinner. She also refuses to stop chasing the goats, sheep and sometimes even the alpacas. She has no desire whatsoever to be a livestock guardian dog. She tries and tries, but she just can’t resist the chase. She doesn’t want to harm them, she just wants to PLAY. She wants so desperately to be someone’s pet. She is such a sweet, smart dog she really deserves it. If we didn’t already have two other porch dogs I’d keep her but my old Beagle isn’t too keen on sharing her space. She’s a grouchy old thing. So, we are looking for a good home for Willa.

If anyone out there in blog land is interested or knows of someone who might be, please let me know. I love them all dearly and would like to make sure to get them good homes.

The Cupboards are Bare

Yet another drought this year. That makes four out of the five we’ve lived here.

It is hard to sustain anything on a pasture that looks like this. We’ve already been feeding hay for weeks now even though I asked the boys to ease up on the snacking.

“Did you eat all the grass, Dino?”

“No, it was Frankie.”

“Sammy, did you eat all the grass?”

“No, it was Frankie.”

“What about you, Peter? Did you eat the grass?”

“No it was Frankie.”

“Well Frankie, what do you have to say for yourself?”

“What? Who me? Why no it wasn’t me, I never ate any of it. Not a single blade.”

“I’m innocent. Those guys are trying to set me up.”

“Then what is that hanging out of your mouth?”

“I uh, I uh, I was flossing?”

Inside the Log Cabin

It is coming along. We are almost ready for the big festival next weekend. Some more cleaning and a few new curtains and we’ll be good to go. It is a spacious cabin considering it was built in 1830. The door on the far right leads to a narrow stairway. The other door next to it is a small, under the stairs type closet.

Of course, the fireplace is the kitchen. Just a few cast iron pots and utensils, a bowl, a few cups and a plate or two. How many cabinets do you have in your kitchen? This one doesn’t have any.

The other side of the room is where the looms are. One in each corner.

Notice the completed rug!  A visitor today asked how long I had been making rugs. I had to admit it was my first day and this was my first rug. I don’t’ think  he believed me but he and his wife were there while I finished it and helped give me a “woo hoo” when it was done.

Most visitors stick to touring the downstairs only. The steps being narrow and steep. Some are brave enough to climb the steps though.

The upstairs seems huge with it’s open ceiling compared to the 6 foot ceilings downstairs.

It needs a serious cleaning. I left the broom there but nobody has gotten the hint. I’m afraid I’m going to have to do it myself.

That trick probably didn’t work for the farmwife 180 years ago either.

Llamas Need Your Help!

Folks, there will be 250 llamas sold at auction this Saturday in Nebraska. They can be seen at Llama Auction. Not all of them will be sold to loving homes. Lisa, of Llama Reserve is heading out there right now to save as many of the unregistered or aged from slaughter as possible. This is the exact same situation as my Thelma and Louise came from. If you have a few bucks to spare, would you mind? There's a Paypal link on the Llama Reserve website. Even a donation of $25 will help SAVE a llama. Of course, if you have room in your pasture, we’ll need homes for them, even temporary ones. Bless you all, I know you’ll do whatever you can.

Thelma and Louise thank you, too. (I can tell because they’re smiling.)

Well Now Ain’t that Somethin’?

I put on my big girl panties and went back to the cabin today. I’m not going to let some silly snake skin scare me away from my plans. I have to admit I did stop and buy a couple lottery tickets on the way though. There’s just got to be a way to raise enough money to seal those cracks!

Anyhoo, I set to giving the cabin a good cleaning when I got there (after a quick snake hidey-hole inspection.) It had been a very long time since it has seen a good cleaning. I know there was at least 1o pounds of dirt in the braided rug alone. Anyway, it was a good thing I cleaned because we had some special visitors today.

That would be the sixth, seventh and eighth generation descendants of the original owners of the cabin. Visiting all the way from Chautauqua, New York. I would have been awful embarrassed had I not cleaned.

They didn’t want to keep the snake skin as a souvenir. Go figure.

If You Build It, They Will Come

This was NOT the kind of visitor I was hoping for.

I’m telling myself someone put it there yesterday while I wasn’t around.

And that it didn’t slither in through one of the 14 million holes in the cabin walls and leave its calling card. It makes me feel better to think that.

However I am immediately throwing a wish out there in the universe that some generous persons will soon feel compelled to pay to repair the chinking in the cabin at Billie Creek.

The cabin needs a fairy godmother or a sugar daddy.

Er, wait.  Are snakes attracted to sugar?

One thing is for sure. I’ll never go into the potting shed or the outhouse.

Never.

Nope.

Not me.

Not now.