Saturday, January 15, 2011

Allie's First Snow on The Farm

Some of my Facebook friends plow their pastures so their llamas and alpacas have access to roam despite deep snow. We also plow our fields so Allie and I can continue to take our forty-minute daily walks. Here's Allie, waiting to walk about on the farm.


Allie's First Snow on The Farm from RJ Stangherlin on Vimeo.
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From A Picture Window...A Snapshot of Farmlife

Picture Perfect Dream Come True
I always wanted to live on a farm. Always. It just took me a while to achieve my lifelong dream, to look out my window and see my animals in my backyard. Let me tell you nothing is more fulfilling, nothing brings more happiness than working hard to achieve a dream and then have it come true. Definitely blessed. Totally grateful.

Through our picture window, I see my world in microcosm. Almost everything that matters in my life (except school) is right here on The Farm. Everyday, when I look through this window, I give thanks to God for His Blessings. And I thank my husband for making it all possible.

Cat to my left
Cat on my lap
Usually at my feet on the bed
Saturday is my favorite day. We all sleep in. Life begins when Mickey awakens; until then, we keep the house in lockdown quiet, since weekdays my alarm rings at 4:30 AM. Today is R&R day; I get to catch up on posting to my 4 blogs, or at least make a dent. Calm sets in and the stress of the week dissipates. Is life on the farm idyllic. Nope. But it's the life I have always and will always want. Living your dream is not something everyone gets to do, but I have always been aggressive about living not existing, and getting there and not settling. And that, I think, sheer determination, is at the heart of achieving that picture perfect window.

Life in harmony

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Wednesday, January 12, 2011

It Isn't Snow Until...

Real snow
If you don't need a plow or two, a shovel, and your full-length Carhart gear head to toe, is just isn't snow. Nuisance white stuff, but definitely not snow. Today we had snow, and from 4:30 AM till noon when I called it QUITS, it was definitely snow. Not the most ever, nor the worst ever. Just snow and all that comes with it -- life on the farm. The new truck's battery: dead. My FLIP camera: dead. My regular camera: dead. Plowing with the new truck: opportunity missed. Photo ops: missed in daylight.

Not too spoiled, right.
As night nestles in, our llamas have already selected their kush-down spots. Golden, our first farm cria, continues to be the most independent lad in llama land, except at night. Then he snuggles close to his mother. Almost always indoors.

The night watch
EtCetera, with the densest coat, having received only a barrel cut, chooses outside even in single digit cold. SP joins her most evenings, but ultimately retires to a stall. In past years, I suffered angst over to close or not to close the pastures when snow fell. Now I leave it to the more intelligent to make the choice.

As for me, I took my first nap of the season with a snow day. For most teachers, a snow day is a free day but life on the farm--never a free day. And I wouldn't have it any other way.

Friday, January 7, 2011

A Snow Day and Montana

I was ready to drive the almost hour to school when the no school call came. Nothing beats a snow day when it makes a long weekend, either on the front or back end. And it was such a good day. Spent time with the llamas, played with Allie, rested with the cats flanking me. Mickey stayed home. Winterizing done the night before, I was left with a day to reflect, to blog, to count my blessings, and there are so many.

Criminal Neglect!
Then I went on Facebook and now I am having trouble sleeping. Montana. How can people commit such horror (and not just to animals). Have we lost our conscience? So much for sanctuary. Animals give us unqualified love and what do some people do.



So how can we help? Many ways. Penalties should be imposed. The force of law and animal rights organizations need to vocalize. We need to donate something of us, however small, to help these animals. Brenda Larson Vance pointed me toward AniMeals Missola, and I became a friend.

Sometimes horror is so great that we turn from it; this is one horror we need to face. Fix. Please help, any way you can. The cruelty must end, and as animal lovers and camelid owners, I think we share a greater responsibility to do something. Please help. If you can make a donation, however small, please visit Southeast Llama Rescue.
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Allie's First Winter on The Farm

If you are an animal person, then this video needs no introduction. I believe the animals who share their lives with us enrich us, keep us calm and grounded. I cannot imagine life not surrounded by the friends I love.


Allie's First Winter on The Farm from RJ Stangherlin on Vimeo.
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For Bart

A very special Thank You, Bart
Grandfather & Jacob
Someone very special agreed to let his wife and son travel from KS to PA to spend Christmas holidays. Bart is just that person. His only venture to the farm triggered his animal allergies into overdrive, so Bart doesn't visit us, except perhaps virtually. We made this video for him, so he could see how much joy he enabled by making a huge holiday sacrifice. We love you, Bart, and cannot thank you enough. May your New Year be blessed, happy, healthy, and wonderful.


Christmas with Jacob & Debi 2010 from RJ Stangherlin on Vimeo.
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Saturday, January 1, 2011

2010: Finding Firsts

In the spirit of imitation being the most sincere form of flattery, this post pays homage to my favorite blogger, Teri Conroy of Wunsapana Farm. Her farm name alone tells much. Her end-of-year-reflections continue to inspire me, encourage me to grow and blossom with sharing.

Celebrating living with cancer
What a difference a year makes.

2010 was a year of firsts. At any age, firsts are exciting surprises, but at my advanced age (Mickey's tongue-in-cheek humor), finding firsts is an exciting and occasionally challenging adventure.

In 2010, I learned I had a life sentence with cancer, cause for celebration. I discovered white light, healing powers, living in balance, finding faith, and talking to and walking with God. I made a promise (and kept it), shared my story, and committed to cancer awareness through research, education, and my cancer blog. By understanding and discussing my disease, I acquired a global audience and know our cancer communities are united in hope. I celebrate my cancer, my life, because Life Is Good! Many firsts.


Debi, Jacob, & Tess
Greatgrandmother Gigi & grandkids
Our Grandchildren
In 2010, I made my first iMovie from my first FLIP camera. It took 4+ hours to upload to Vimeo, and again as long to render. It celebrates family life, on and off the farm. My first unassisted iMovie. For the first time in 3 years, our blended families were together for days of holiday happiness. Special for us was Christmas with Jacob & Debi, who traveled from the ends of Kansas to celebrate family life. As loving as our llamas are, Jacob was terrified by their nuzzling, their need to say hello. Perhaps this summer's visit will find Jacob falling in love with llamas.


Christmas with Jacob & Debi 2010 from RJ Stangherlin on Vimeo.

Allie & Kendall
Beloved Julie


For the first time since 1979, we chose (3 firsts) to raise a puppy, to drive to meet Peggy Parries of Laurel Forks Labs in VA to pick up Allie (526 miles, but Allie did 800 from Laurel Forks), and to purchase a Black Lab (not a Welsh Terrier or German Shepherd Dog). I made a choice to have a user-friendly dog, and Allie is just that. Considering our ages, if Allie lives a good dozen plus years (we're hoping), she could very well be our last puppy. Somehow I do not see myself starting over with a puppy in my very late 70s, should I endure and prevail (and I do plan on exactly that). Allie's entrance meant saying goodbye to Julie, a great dog we had all too briefly in our lives, the downside of rescuing older large-breed dogs for so many years. First time I took a puppy, and an ADHD one at that, to a nursing home to spread joy and cheer (and she does).

Dorman & The Girls
Uncle John & SP
Jen & Tess
A final first in a year of many has to do with sharing, always an inner conflict between the desire for privacy and doing the right thing. So this year marked a foray into sharing farm life with a larger small circle of friends. First llama walks. First Open Farm for the Day. For the courage to move forward on the sharing initiative, I thank Teri, who not only shares her farm, but her friends as well. I am blessed with Helena, whom Teri sent my way, along with a host of FB friends from Wunsapana Farm who teach me the joys of sharing and support me in large ways.

Hours old
2010 saw the birth of our first cria, Gold Is Where You Find It, aka Golden. All our llamas were bred by my dear friend and GALA 2010 Conference (another first) Co-Chair Carol Reigh of Buck Hollow Llamas. They are animals with sweet dispositions and amazing fiber. Although I said I would never go through breeding again, I look to breed Tess and Et Cetera in spring.

Favorite Photo of 2010: First Cria, Golden, w/Tess and Mama Llama Rev (on right)
My other favorite photo: Tess as everything but milk to Golden
What do I hope 2011 will bring?
From Laurel Forks Labs Website
  • More life on the farm. 
  • More commitment to living life on my terms, not my cancer's. 
  • More sharing. 
  • More birthdays. 
  • More staying connected to my real life, not the busyness of living.
  • Just more.
  • Successful surgeries for Mickey. 
  • More giving (and I have something wonderful in mind here, but that will be a secret for now and a surprise for later).
  • A first visit to Teri Conroy and the wonderful family of friends at Wunsapana Farm.
2011 will find me still the caregiver on the farm, the keeper of many promises as I continue to face first light.

Happy New Year to all.
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