On Saturday, we grew restless. I picked up our old (very old, low res) Kodak digital camera and started for the door. Sylvia asked, “Where are you going?” I replied, “I’m going to walk along the road to see if that log down by the low ground is still poking out of the roadway.” “Mind if I come along?” she inquired. “Get your coat, and let’s go,” was my answer.
Years ago, the county placed some 3 to 4 inch diameter logs across the road to stabilize it where it went through some low (usually wet) ground. Winter freeze had popped one of these up to where it was clearly visible in the middle of the road. Because my main camera is not functioning, I had not captured a photo.
When we got down to the road, I could see that the county road crew had recently graded the road and had put down a new layer of dirt and gravel. It proved to be just as I feared, the log was no longer visible. Sylvia said, “Let’s walk around the corner and see Meghan’s new lambs.” I was all for that as I could already picture the day when one of them would end up in our stew pot.
A few minutes later we could see the lambs and the ewes enjoying the early spring sunshine. Unfortunately, they were on the other side of the pasture lot. The old Kodak camera only has a 2 to 1 zoom ratio, and with low res I wouldn’t capture a suitable image.
Soon the pasture guard came over to check us out. The guard is taller than we are, but she lives up to her name, Grace. I took a couple of steps back as Sylvia greeted Grace.
Honduran sun gave Sylvia a good tan.
Soon our visit was over and we cut across a field to our yard and back home. It had been a very pleasant walk.
We wore our winter coats. The air was cool.
Lead-gray sky above,
Thick clouds sent from the great lake,
Earth is cold and damp.
I was late posting today. I woke up yesterday with a lot of pain in my lower back. Today, I’m feeling better.
I hope your back is feeling MUCH better by now! I love the picture of Sylvia with Grace. I can’t imagine going over to pet some cute fuzzy animals with thoughts of eating them at a later time. LOL
Okay, why was it a bad thing that you could no longer see the log? Isn’t that something you’d want covered up if it’s in the middle of the road?
Justine 😮 )
A friendly llama in the neighborhood… how fun!
I am glad your back is feeling better. Sounds like the kind of walks I enjoy.
One of Grace’s cousins spit all over me at a petting zoo 2 years ago.. lol!
Aren’t spring walks just great! I went on one the other day, and it was so nice to see all the familiar places as they start to come back to life.
Howdy, Neighbor! We saw you headed back up the hill as we were going down for chores. Sorry we missed you.
For the other commenter, a well-mannered llama will only spit as a last resort. They give lots of other signals that say “get away!” before they will slime you.
Next time I see you, I’ll have to teach you the secret sheep call. They can also be bribed with a bit a stale bread or crackers.
Don’t blow away up there on the hill!
Grace is a beaut! The walk sounds like it was just what you needed. Hope your back gets better real soon.
Oh, I like Grace! Is she nice? Don’t those things tend to spit? Sounds like a nice walk with your best gal. I’ll bet it is nice to have her home again.