Thanksgiving Llama Drama

Where do I even begin with this story? A little background info might be helpful, I suppose.
Our Llama, Louanne, was bought from an auction 10 or more years ago by my MIL who had a penchant for collecting odd or unusual critters.
Now, as I have come to learn through my own adventures, animals tend to go to auction for a reason. Either they’re not sound, not productive, have deformities, whatever. Louanne’s problem was that she was a bit crazy. Not by any fault of her own of course, clearly she was either mishandled, or not handled at all in her early years. Either way, in the 10 or so years on this farm, she never really improved. She coexisted peacefully with the other animals and especially loved guarding the sheep (although I lost one on her watch, I never held it against her).
Life was good- until she got out. Another point I’ve learned, is that animals always get out at some point in their lives. Last time she escaped it took my MIL 3 days to get her back. She goes even more wild when she’s loose than she is on any normal day.
But Louanne’s arch nemesis is the pig.
Don’t ask me why. But for one reason or another Louanne and pigs do not get along.
This is where the trouble started. The pig pasture is adjacent to the horse pasture, with 3 sides electrified and the adjoining side made of hog panels so we can expand the pig pasture as needed. Evidently, the hog panels are no longer strong enough to hold up to 4 pushing piggies. They went in to the horse pasture, and Louanne promptly went out. Llama’s are excellent jumpers.
So, on Sunday night, after a long weekend of Canadian Thanksgiving celebrations I was getting ready to put our FIT to bed when someone knocked on my door, asking if I owned a llama. (Believe me, I knew there could only be one reason why he was asking, and almost said no). Instead I did the responsible thing and ran out to the road, only to see her galloping down the centre line away from our house. And where was Farmer B? At hockey. My faithful brother-in-law? Hockey. Father-in-law? You guessed it.
So that left me with a pants-less toddler and a handful of helpful- albeit inexperienced- strangers, and dwindling daylight.
We all ran around like chickens with our heads cut off herding the llama from the road to the pasture, only to get her to the gate and have her turn instead, run us over, and go back to the road. This happened three times. At one point I actually grabbed her and semi-rode her bareback down the side of the corn field. I hope my midwife doesn’t read this because I’m positive she wouldn’t approve.
In the end Louanne disappeared in to the corn field and the daylight failed us. How do you locate a llama in a 50 acre corn field at night, you ask? You don’t. You go have a cup of tea, and pray she somehow jumps back over the fence and is grazing peacefully in the pasture when you wake up.
Did I mention that we were hosting a barn dance and lunch for 15+ people the following day? And i had nothing prepared? No stress.
So the second chapter began this morning when a kind lady knocked on my door. My heart drops every time I hear a knock now. She proceeded to tell me the llama was, once again, running down the road, only this time the OPP were called because the situation was clearly becoming a hazard to the public.
Another hour or so of trying to control the beast, and we were no closer to getting her home. In fact, she was becoming more wild and unpredictable. We all had high hopes that the story would have a happy ending, but sometimes decisions must be made, and they aren’t always easy. I’m sad to report that Louanne had to be dispatched this morning. I wasn’t there to witness but I’m told the OPP officer had good aim, and it was a quick and clean end.

But the story doesn’t end there friends. Oh no, the llama drama continues.

As I mentioned, the llama loved protecting our one Shetland ewe, Bo. Bo stuck to her like glue. When the glue was gone though, Bo was lost. The poor creature stood looking for her friend for ages. I felt so bad for her, but our guests were about to arrive so I needed to pull things together and get on with the show.
The barn dance was a great success, lunch was great, and everyone had a wonderful time. Until….
Someone drove in our driveway asking if we owned a black sheep.
Bo had taken it upon herself to go looking for Louanne and had ended up in neighbors horse pasture, with 3 big draft horses. Bo loves horses, but if you recall the story about the elephant and the mouse you’ll get an idea of how those draft horses felt about Bo. The love was not mutual.
Poor Bo chased the horses around trying to join their herd until the tables turned and the horses started chasing her with very different intentions.
The biggest obstacle was that this was a 3 strand semi-electrified fence that Bo could pop through like thin air. There was nowhere to corral her in the pasture to bring her home, and a lone sheep is a skittish thing, especially when it knows something is trying to catch it.
Farmer B prepared me for the worst, saying that if we couldn’t come up with something fast, Bo was going to have to join Louanne. She was scaring our neighbors horses, and left alone without protection over night she would have been a quick meal for a coyote in no time. Shooting her may be the kindest thing to do.
To put it shortly, I bawled. That was the last straw for me. I had to think of something, anything to at least try to get her home. My roping skills are pitiful, so that wasn’t an option. But maybe, just maybe, if we brought my horse to her, she would give up on the drafts and follow D instead. It was a long shot, but Farmer B thought it was worth a go, so off he went, horse in tow.

Time for some good news. This story ends well. Bo took one look at D and ran to him. Without a second thought, other than going home, Bo followed Farmer B and D up the road and across the field back to her pasture like a puppy. I was one happy lady!!
I officially have the greatest husband and horse in the world.

At this point, now that everyone is safely confined, I am going to make a big ‘ol cup of tea, and put my feet up.

This is exactly why I’m over keeping animals just because I can.


Linking to The Homestead Barn Hop #82


The Summer That Wasn’t


This summer started with so much anticipation, excitement, and exuberance. With so many big plans, I was ready to face all my projects head on and make this the best year ever. The most successful, bountiful and organized I had ever been. But then something happened.


Literally and figuratively, life prevented me from doing just about anything other than just getting through the day.

My vegetable garden went from this….

My Garden, Pre-Preggo

To this….

Over Grown, Under Picked. Fail.

Everything got overgrown, weedy, and under picked. My tomatoes got a blight, the stakes didn’t hold them up properly. The cole crops were attacked by flea beetles, practically destroying every single one. My squash were infested with cucumber beetles and squash bugs. Out of 2 zucchini plants (which, any other year would yield zucchini’s out the yin yang) produced only 2 sad zucchini. My Hubbard and patty-pan squash did nothing. Long story short? Fail.


Maebelle the milking goat. Oooh Maebelle. Oh, goats. I still maintain that goats are great, but they are SO. Much. Work! They require fortress like fencing, and even then it may not be enough. After months of struggling through milking Maebelle I decided it was not worth it any more. She was not improving in her attitude and I ran out of steam. That left me with 4 goats that had no purpose. And let me tell ya, I’m over having animals “for fun”. It’s a LOT of work and time and money. So Maebelle, Mac and Morris are all on their ways to new homes.

Poor Quality Pic, But This Was Marigold With Our Mini Colt

Unfortunately, we also had to say good-bye to Marigold who, at an unknown, but undoubtedly ripe-old-age passed away. I can’t say Farmer B was sad to see the goats go. He might not be the biggest fan of goats. Goats? Fail.

Our Big Barrow, Almost Ready For Bacon

I can, at the very least, say I had one solid success on the farm this year and it’s the pigs. They’ve all grown according to plan, they have escaped once or twice but never went far. The two barrows are close to slaughter weight, and Harry and Sally are preparing for a cozy winter of pig-lovin’, which, with any luck, will result in lots of healthy wee piggies this spring.

The hardest part of keeping the pigs has been the cost of feed. We did start grinding our own feed, but we still had to buy the corn, which as most of you know is at an all time high right now. Hopefully, when we harvest our own corn this year that will help decrease our feed costs. Farmer B, bless his heart, has taken on most of the feeding duties, while I’ve been out of commission. This has worn on him though, and has honestly made him a bit sour towards this adventure of mine. But I won’t give up on these pigs!


Where we stand with bees, poultry, and the farm stand!