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A City Boy Making His Way in the Country

Yesterday was a bad day.

We’ve had an alpaca die. From illness to death, it all took about 24 hours. She ate some bad spores…and they floated to her brain. She couldn’t walk or hold up her head. The last thing she did before she died, sometime during the night, was turn her body 90 degrees to look at her baby in the pen next to her. It’s all very tragic. Her baby, Snickers, is still calling for her. If for no other reason, she’s being weaned at this very moment – from necessity, of course.

Yesterday I also heard one of my guineas being killed by a mink at 3 in the morning. There was nothing I could do once I heard it. So he (or she) fell to the mink. In related news, we had placed a mink trap next to what we believed was his (or her) liar entrance, and the the snow covered it. Yesterday, the rain melted that snow, and a sheep walked into the trap.

Oh, he’s alright. He’s running around. Apparently, the trap snapped on him in a lucky way. The mink still lives.

So, to recap, we have a murdered guinea, a dead alpaca, and a sheep in a mink trap. It’s one of those days where looking at a 2-hour commute and a broken-down subway train seems good. I understand the whole “living on the farm and animals die” mentality. But they die because you send them to slaughter. They don’t die because a hateful mold had worked its way into an animals brain. Many food producers don’t hold an animals head in their lap as they’re dying. I’ve done it twice now. Immediate illness is horrible. ¬†For the animal, it’s probably good. For the caretaker it’s sudden and terrible.

And so we trudge forward at Orchard House. And every experience, even those of the most tragic persuasion, teach us a new lesson. While it seems cheesy to broaden yesterdays experiences to a larger context, I will. Life is fleeting. What was a vibrant, attentive mother alpaca is now in my pick-up waiting to be cremated. And it all happened in less than 24 hours. Her legacy adds to my collective knowledge as a farmer, but I’d much rather have her alive. And her 5-month old baby, screaming for her to return, running back into the stall she shared with her mother – only to learn it’s empty, would like yesterday to have never happened.

 

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One Response to Yesterday was a bad day.

  1. Leslie says:

    I am so sorry. You really do have a beautiful life, even when it’s painful. <3

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