The Great Escape
There is never a dull moment on the farm.
Recently one Saturday morning, early morning, I was woken up by the phone ringing. What time is it? Itıs still dark. Panic. I answer the phone.
Is this Lora Malloy?
Yes.
This is Gorham Public Safety. Two of your alpacas are loose.
Shawn! Shawn! A couple of the girls are loose!
Shawn jumps out of bed and heads downstairs.
Okay, weıll be right there, I tell the woman.
Donıt you want to know where they are?
Oh yeah (hey, it was still pretty early).
She tells me that they are in the next door neighborıs yard. Shawn and I put our coats on over our pajamas; grab a couple of flashlights, halters, leads and some carrots. We make a beeline run to where the critters are last spotted. The sky was clear, the stars were shining, and it was cold. There they are, under the Ginkgo tree. One, two, threethere are eight of them! Six adults and two babies! And they arenıt ours! Huh?
Shawn observes that the escapee alpacas are not ours, that they are in fact Farmer Tomıs! Shawn then runs to Farmer Tomıs house while I keep them entertained in the neighborıs yard. Shawn gets to Farmer Tomıs house, bangs on the door and scares everyone awake. In a flash, Farmers Tom, Deb and Jim are at the scene. Shawn brings more halters, leads and food, a lot more food. We use a long rope to coral them together and halter them up. Some of them gave up peacefully, some gave quite a fight. In the end, everyone made it home safe and sound.
Subscribe