Monday at the Farm

Monday morning at the Farm is a pleasure.
I do have a clarification from my blog last Monday ~
I said there were llamas ~ and I was in error!
Clarification:  Alpacas, sheared and sleek, long legs gracefully walking in their yard
Sadly one alpaca, Donny, passed away earlier this year.

In the neigbouring pen are deep voiced, insistent and wooly Jacob sheep








And in the corral across a narrow lane is Peanut Butter, the resident matriarch and miniature horse, who turned 24 years old in June!

Her companions are two donkeys (only one shown here).

Today, on my way having finished my work, there were a group of volunteers raking one of the other yards.  Volunteers with physical and mental challenges. Volunteers giving their all for the animals at the farm. 

Many of the children who come to the Farm are getiing a very first opportunity to see animals outside of a story book, getting down in the woodchips with the baby goats, or watching as a sow lays on her side to feed her babies. There is much wonderment in the Farm each day.

“What was wonderful about childhood is that anything in it was a wonder. 

It was not merely a world full of miracles, it was a miraculous world.”

~ G.K.Chesterton