Well, the farm is gearing down for winter, along with everything else. The alpacas are playing in the fallen leaves, and the babies are delighting in picking things up with their mouths and running around with them. Our pasture should last a month or two yet, but we've got a big stack of hay in the garage.
Master Po's fiber is growing beautifully, and he's going to make a fine fiber-boy (the industry's term for a boy not appropriate to be a herdsire but with fleece of a high enough quality to be more than a pet).
We've left one of the fields fallow to give it a chance to put down roots before winter, and set our chickens loose to spread around the alpaca manure looking for bugs. It's not a pretty job, but they seem happy to do it!
It is a rare treat, going out on Master Po's nighttime feedings, to witness nature during night. There's not much to see, but the sounds! We've got owls, and toads, and crickets, and coyotes, and something small in front of our house that just sort of groans. And on a clear night, you can see a blanket of stars, so many the sky seems bathed in little pinpoints of light.
It's not a bad life, being a farmer.
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