There is not much missing from our life on our Llama Farm, but there has been something that I haven’t been able to put my finger on. It’s been bugging me since we first moved to the farm in June last year. It was on …
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For anyone that has ever wondered where the expression chewing over the cud comes from…
Now our Llamas are a very social bunch, they always stick together and do not like to be apart from each other. Being amongst them in the field and listening to their chatter is one of the greatest joys of being a Llama Mama. They communicate with each other all the time, whether it be their soft chattering or their body movements. Watch them carefully and you begin to understand the language of Llama; the position of their ears, their tails and the sweeping movements of their long elegant necks. Youngster Orion will be the first to tell you that there is no mistaking when you have upset a Llama, he regularly has grass spit covering his beautiful brown face! Just a quick add, they do not spit at us or at our guests, they have been raised with impeccable manners and the only time you will be spat at is if you get caught in the crossfire!
Throughout the day our Llamas will return to their stable, cush down together and chew the cud. There is a video on our facebook page called chewing the cud and you will see Orion in the video giving us a fine example of cud chewing and if you listen carefully you will hear Axle chattering softly, then coming to see what I’m doing (in his mind it is an absolute certainty that I have bought gifts of Figs, apples or carrots) before settling back down with the herd. Video of Chewing the Cud!
I can’t think of a better way to spend a lazy Sunday afternoon than to cush down with your best friends, chewing over the cud, having a chatter with the late autumn sunshine still warming your bones and on that note my best friend is visiting from the UK next weekend and that’s exactly what we will be doing… making like Llamas ????❤????❤????
After the initial wonder of getting to France, we rapidly set about the task of getting ready for our Llamas to be delivered. As well as a list of emergency supplies, brushes, poo picker uppers and hay, we also had to get the land fully fenced, so that we didn’t have any Llama Dramas.
With recommendations from newly made friends, we found the most amazing, caring vet. Being both a farm vet as well as a domestic animal vet we felt confident that all our animals would be in safe hands.
Next up was hay bales…. now honestly we are very rural and literally surrounded by countless fields full of lovely fresh bales, but could we lay our hands on just two? It would seem not. Our poor French language skills (we are working on it) were proving a big issue as even when we managed (with google translate) to be understood by the local farmer, we couldn’t understand his reply. Hay went on the backburner whilst we tried to work out how we were going to get some.
Next up gates, mineral blocks, salt blocks, poo shovels…. Off we went to the local Agricultural store. We are based just outside the small village of Lavernat and our local town is Chateau-du-Loir. I don’t think we have mentioned before but part of the appeal of this area is how friendly the French are, show a bit of effort and they really go out of their way to help. We have even experienced a lady behind us in a queue, chase after us out of a shop as she overheard us talking about finding the La Poste, and then walked us there. So following on from this, at the agricultural store we were talking to the lady at the till and asked her if she knew a store where we could get big bales of hay, explaining our problem communicating with the local farmers. She informed us that she had a friend who sold hay and she would take our phone number and arrange it all for us. We left with our fingers crossed that this would happen but doubting that we would hear further. Well, a couple of hours later, our phone rings and I hear French down the line…. Now we barely manage to communicate face to face, but find the phone impossible at the moment, so I tentatively asked “parlez vous anglais?” “oh yes! would you like me to speak English” was the reply. We cannot believe how lucky we have been with the people we have met and the help we have received. This young lady farmer, Pauline, sold us some beautifully fresh hay and has also become a friend joining us at the farm for Apero’s.
We then set about fencing, we found so many rolls of fence in outbuildings, stables and the garage that we managed to get most of the fencing done for free and completed the final stretch just in time, the day before the Llamas arrival on July 28th. Fingers crossed we are ready and haven;y forgotten anything!
So, we finally left the UK for our new life in France on June 30th 2018, a decision made so that we didn’t have to pay another months tax on the van (to clarify, this was the decision on date, we didn’t move to France …