Nature walk with Heather and my mom at the ranch

IMG_6619Heather and I joined my mom for a hike on the trails at my parents’ ranch.  The woods were all abloom with wildflowers.


IMG_6621 IMG_6622 IMG_6623 IMG_6624 IMG_6625IMG_6627 IMG_6628 IMG_6629

The creek that runs through one part of the property.

IMG_6630 IMG_6631 IMG_6632

Spring has sprung in the forest.

IMG_6633 IMG_6634

An old stand of vine maple.  The leaves were incredibly soft.

IMG_6638 IMG_6639

It felt like we were walking through a jungle.

IMG_6640 IMG_6641 IMG_6642 IMG_6643 IMG_6644 IMG_6645 IMG_6646 IMG_6647 IMG_6648 IMG_6649 IMG_6650
IMG_6653 IMG_6654Heather found a little newt out on the back part of the property.

IMG_6655IMG_6658IMG_6660 IMG_6661

Goddard said hello from the pasture.  We searched for morel mushrooms and found a few.
IMG_6663

Some of the ladies came by to say hello as well.

IMG_6665IMG_6615 IMG_6616 IMG_6617

Llama Llove

Yesterday I went up to my parents llama ranch to help do some toenail trimming, weighing, and training.

Webster is a funny-looking llama.  He looks even funnier when he blinks from a flash.

 

Webster and Goddard, two of our retired packers.

Poofy hanging out at the top of the hay stack.

My dad trimming the toenails on a llama.  After the first few animals, he handed over the clippers to me and let me get to work.  We did about 15 or so animals over the course of the day.

Poofy kept getting underfoot.  She’s lucky that none of the llamas stepped on her!

 


 

Poofy’s favorite position.

 

One of the tasks of the day was to re-breed one of the llamas with our stud.  She had been bred several weeks ago but it evidently didn’t result in pregnancy.  Thus, we put her back in with the stud and let them get down to business.

 

Yes, male llamas really do make that orgling sound when they are breeding.  Llamas are animals of few words but when they speak, they have very choice statements.

 

Lots of llamas!