La Vida en la Fincacita
I would love to post an entry about life on the farm--at least I think I would love to post an entry about life on the farm, maybe I would not be so much enchanted by the idea if I actually lived on a farm....I do remember being particularly eager to leave the farm as a teen-ager.... However, the point is a bit moot as I do not currently live on a farm and cannot, therefore, post an entry (not an honest one at any rate) about life on a real farm. I can, however, write about life on a tiny farm, un fincacita, because we do live on a tiny farm but.....I am not going to do that either. Instead, I'm posting pictures. Enough writing. Done.
After shearing the sheep, we trimmed their hooves. To trim Big Mama, I put her on the ground and had Grace sit on her neck and hold a front leg. Somehow Big Mama got her back legs under her and started to stand. NOT GOOD. I grabbed her by the flank and twisted back, throwing both her and myself to the ground (asphalt). I have a little road rash but she did not escape. When I got her down, Grace immediately did a belly flop on her; Grace’s entire body was lying on top of Big Mama’s entire body. It was sheep wrestling at its finest and we won!!
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