Saturday, February 6, 2010

What I woke up to this morning


Every morning when I get out of bed, the first thing I do is walk over to the bedroom windows to see where in the pasture the donkeys and the llamas are.

This morning, it took my brain a moment to comprehend what my eyes were seeing. The donkeys weren't in the pasture. The donkeys were on the back lawn - completely free. I had free-range donkeys. Dining on our backyard grass:

The llamas, however, were still in the pasture:

Chester and Beau had somehow found a way out of the (normally secure) pasture and were happily munching away on our little oval of manicured grass:

Beau would have been perfectly content to spend the entire morning there:

Despite having developed at least three very complicated plans for catching them as I was frantically pulling on my clothes, I've learned it is almost always best to start out with the simplest one. I pulled out the big orange guns (carrots) and Chester immediately trotted up the hill to see me. That's my boy!

It wasn't difficult at all to carrot-coax Chet back into the pasture. Turns out, it was this middle gate, on the way up to the barn, that had been left wide open. I swear I shut it last night. Here's Chet, already back on the other side again:

Beau required sweet talking, in addition to his carrot, to get him to agree to return to the pasture:

Such good boys. Why the llamas didn't follow them out, I'll never know:

Friday, February 5, 2010

Fortune of the Day


Is it just me or does this seem vaguely threatening to you?

I had to laugh when I read this. Aren't there many nicer ways this could have been written without using a word like "confront"?

Why would Opportunity want to confront me? What would this even look like? The Opportunity that I know, especially the unlimited kind, is joined with words like "fabulous" and "incredible". Shouldn't the thought of Unlimited Opportunities bring a smile instead of a furrowed brow?

Oh, I guess if one is given too many Opportunities and, for some crazy reason, one actually has to choose among them, this might cause a bit of discomfort. But what kind of Opportunity brings implied hostility along with it?

Oh, and by the way, I hate confrontation.

Fortune writers really need to be careful with the words they use. They never know who they're going to upset.

Sigh. Sometimes I worry about the stupidest things, though I am laughing again as I type this. Tomorrow, I promise I'll post more cute pictures of my animals. :-)

Thursday, February 4, 2010

Llamas love carrots


When the llama ladies first arrived at Critter Farm, they hummed with anxiety, bolted at virtually any movement made toward them, and preferred, for the most part, next to no human contact.

Over these last few rainy months, I've not done a great deal of work with them other than to show them that I am consistent in my care: I feed them, I clean up after them, I speak kindly, and...I feed them carrots.

The carrots have done more for the taming of these characters than I ever could have imagined.

The video below highlights this quite well. It also makes me laugh. First, it gives a stunningly clear picture of the state of our property right now: M-u-d-d-y with a capital "M". You can hear my boots slurping up the hill as I walk toward the llamas at the beginning. Sorry about all my darn talking - normally I wouldn't include a video with so much of my voice, but this little snippet shows each of their personalities so well - just in the act of eating their beloved carrots - that I had to share.

There's Dolly, the biter of fingers if you don't move them out of the way quickly enough, followed by Kai, the eager but overly timid, and finally, Toni, the helps-herself-gal:

I've grown quite fond of these funny, furry faces.

Monday, February 1, 2010

Coincidences and things meant to be: Beau's story

It was always our plan to have at least two donkeys here on Critter Farm. I knew the rules. Donkeys are very social, pack animals that need the companionship of other equine. I broke this important rule when I had Chester come to live with us at the beginning of November. But I figured it would only be a short period of time before we found him a buddy.

Who knew that finding another standard-size gelding donkey would be so difficult around here?

Fortunately, I have friends who watch out for me. Cindy, who writes the blog, A Little Farm with a Big Heart, has long been on the look-out for me. Tammy, who writes the Wrensong Farm blog, sent an email out to all of her friends and contacts that have equine connections. Linda, who writes her blog, Musings and Ramblings on Writing and Life from Linda Benson, Children's Author, and was also Chester's former owner, has been particularly vigilant, watching her state of Washington for any and all suitable donkey candidates.

It wound up being Linda who found the Craigslist ad. She forwarded the ad to me. I contacted the ad owner. And things moved very quickly from here.

The ad owner, Shannon, had four donkeys, two of which were virtually wild, all of whom had been in grave danger last year when her entire property and all her outbuildings flooded. She now wanted to rehome these donkeys for fear of flooding again this year and also because she didn't feel they were getting the attention they deserved.

So, on probably the darkest, rainiest day of this new year:

My husband, Jim, my son, Aidan, and I hooked up our borrowed trailer for a second time and took another trip.

We drove three hours north to pick up Beau, the new donkey friend for our Chester. Here's our first glimpse of Beau, led by Shannon:

It took a bit of convincing by Shannon and Aidan for Beau to realize that he'd like to go for a ride in the trailer:

Many eyes were upon us while we loaded Beau:

In a very odd twist of fate, Shannon and her family breed and show Nigerian Dwarf goats. In fact, this is Poppy Patch Farm - where the parents of Reggie, my own sweet Nigerian Dwarf goat, were born. And, it turns out, some of Reggie's family lives here even still:

Reggie's great grandma:

My son, Aidan, learned that if you stroke a buck's beard, you are going to carry a certain "aroma" with you for the rest of the day:

In fact, we all enjoyed that certain smell all the way home.

It was a long, wet and, ultimately, dark journey back to our farm. Beau surprised us by unloading very easily and only needed a few minutes to realize the stall in the barn would be an ok place for him. When we let Chester in to see, he didn't hesitate for even a moment to rush over to the stall to introduce himself:

The clay-like mud of the Pacific Northwest is hard and crusty on Beau's legs and belly. His front feet look pretty good to me, but his rear hooves come almost to points, which is a pretty good indication that he may have given his last farrier a bit of trouble during the trim:

We all think he is a very handsome boy:

From Beau's initial reaction, it would seem he hadn't seen many llamas before. But you could almost hear a collective llama groan when the girls realized there was ANOTHER donkey in the barn:

There is pretty good size difference between Beau and Chester. Chester is right around 11 hands high (44 inches), while Beau is approximately 13hh (52 inches). I worried initially that Beau might be a bit rough on Chet, but this hasn't been the case at all. In fact, if anything - believe it or not - Chester's a bit of a bully:

Aside from being in love with Beau already, I, quite simply, love the story of him coming to be here. Of all the ways we could have found him, it was my new friend, Linda, who pointed us to him. And of all the places we could have found a companion for Chester, the place turns out to have a direct connection to one of my two beloved goat boys.

Friday, January 29, 2010

Morning barn time: a short video

Care to see a few peaceful moments from our time in the barn this morning?:

Pete and Reggie, the goats, Kai, Dolly, Toni, the llamas, and Chester and Beau (in the distance), the donkeys, and I all wish you a VERY HAPPY FRIDAY!

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

This is a donkey hand


Precisely what properties make up a donkey hand, you may be wondering. Notice the extremely grubby nature of the entire hand? This comes from the repeated rubbing, patting and petting of my beloved long ears.

Do you see the higher percentage of ground in dirt at the finger tips?:

This is a result of the oft-requested and highly appreciated act of donkey-bum scratching:

I've yet to meet a donkey that didn't LOVE this:

Depending on the situation, sometimes this scratching can go on for a very long time:

So, there you have it. A donkey hand:

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

A new friend for Chester


Allow me, please, to introduce Beau:

He's a bit wet and muddy here, but he's drying off quickly and acclimating very well to his new home here on Critter Farm:

He's looking forward to going out and playing with the new kids:

Chester, meanwhile, is super excited that he is going to have a buddy that doesn't spit at him:

Not that he hasn't tried really hard to be their pal:

But this llama club is apparently quite selective over membership:

I've a feeling these haughty little ladies are going to be pretty surprised:

When they see the new club that's forming:

Monday, January 25, 2010

An evening with Herb Alpert


First of all, the comments that were left for me on my previous post, "Reliving a childhood crush", practically made me swoon. I never expected to have so many kindred spirits. WOW.

A few of you asked for an update on how the Herb Alpert/Lani Hall concert was, so here goes: It was AMAZING.

See this poor-quality picture? This is the back alley behind the Aladdin Theatre where Herb was playing. Can you just barely make out those two chairs in the road? They're holding a place for Herb's car. This made me laugh and feel kind of close to him at the same time:

Here's the stage, pre-show. The backdrop is an original piece by Herb himself. He's been painting for forty-some years, he said:

Herb:

Lani Hall, whom I was not familiar with before this concert, has a gorgeous voice and is an incredible performer. Such a stage presence she has. She and Herb have been married for thirty-six (!!) years - and what chemistry they have together!

After the show, I walked down to the stage to get close to the trumpet. Herb's trumpet. So simple looking, but what a powerful instrument:

The trumpet on the right in the picture below is Herb's self-designed trumpet. See how it has two bells? One has a mute in it, the other does not. There's a small lever on the side that allows him to toggle back and forth, playing, when he desires, a few notes muted and then maybe a few unmuted...it sounds like there are TWO amazing trumpet players in the room!:

I came away that night realizing that Portland (it's not just me!) loves Herb Alpert. There was so much energy in the audience, it was palpable. I really believe that our enthusiasm fed him just a bit, because his version of "Besame Mucho" that evening was even more powerful than any other version I've heard (or seen on YouTube).

Here's just a short snippet from "Besame Mucho" played on Saturday night...I'm sorry the visual quality is so poor. This is his version of the song that is up for a Grammy this coming Sunday, 1/31. (and yes, that's totally my husband, hooting like a wild man, at the very end...)

Of course my guy bought me a concert t-shirt. But lest you think he's just all sweetness and light, he totally stole it from me and wore it to work today.

Saturday, January 23, 2010

Reliving a childhood crush

Does anybody out there remember this album?

I grew up seeing this album in my parents' music collection. I was completely fascinated by the lady covered in whipped cream (shaving cream, actually, as I later came to find out, due to whipped cream's tendency to melt underneath studio lights). What I really loved, though, was the music that came from this album. Who knew I would be touched at such an early age....by a trumpet.

At age five, I would sit for hours by the fire and the Christmas tree, pretending to play various musical instruments, while Herb Alpert and the Tijuana Brass played their festive, happy-making Christmas tunes:

My own children have grown up with Herb in the house...every December 1st, this cd is the first to be played in honor of the upcoming holiday season. My boys appreciate the genius of Herb (almost) as much as I do, which makes me love them even more.

Some will find this style of music dated and corny. Many may feel a trumpet can't exclusively carry a song, but Herb's trumpet stirred something in my little girl soul that I carried with me into adulthood. To this day, it makes me happy, makes me smile, and reminds me of the little girl who used to sit, completely mesmerized, on her parents' living room floor, drumming on every object around her, while Herb passionately trumpeted away.

Want to travel back in time with me, just for a few minutes? You won't regret it. This is a great song - and an amazing video (especially considering it was 1966):

Do you want to know why I wrote this post today?

I'm going to see Herb Alpert tonight - for the first time. He's playing live, in Portland, Oregon, with his wife, jazz singer, Lani Hall. He won't be with his earlier backup band, the Tijuana Brass, but I will be within a few feet of the man I have loved to listen to since I was five.

Picture me smiling.

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Recycling


When you live on property, you find yourself doing things you normally wouldn't do if you lived in the city. Case in point, this year, we carried our former-Christmas tree outside and threw it over the fence.

When I look out our living room window at any given time now, I regularly see this:

Or this:

Christmas tree recycling...just another service the helpful animals of Critter Farm provide.

And look! Synchronized...for my entertainment:
One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

One!