Thursday, October 21, 2004

The blankets wouldn't let me go this morning. I awoke with the line "ignite the match of day on a dream's rough edge" stuck in my head, and I don't know quite what to do with that yet. I lingered in a twilight state for another ninety minutes before I finally plunged out into the cold. Went out in pajamas to feed the llamas. Every morning they stand in the nearest corner of their pasture and stare at my bedroom window, willing me to bring them hay; how can I not do it before I even brush my teeth? Fernando's neck is bothering him again. He walks with it stretched low to the ground, as if he lacks the strength to carry his head upright. He's been kushing (lying down with his legs folding neatly under his body) to eat lately; less stressful to reach for the hay that way. There's a long wooden feed trough lying in the weeds up near the house. Maybe I'll have my brother help me drag it out to the pasture later today, so I can position Fernando's hay for easier access. This neck condition comes and goes. I can't help wondering how old he is and how much time he has left. Lorenzo seems to be the spring chicken of the two. While I was delivering their fodder, I spotted two large clumps of dandelions to bring back for Gunter, and I stripped the tender tip leaves from some hedge rose sprouts. That should cheer him up. He finally stopped pouting (about the abrupt change of living quarters) and moved around in his nook yesterday. Drank water, ate the grasses I'd brought him. The traveling pet owners have returned (I had an email from them this morning) and will come retrieve their animals today or tomorrow. I may even load them all into the Aerostar and transport them myself; they might stay warmer on the journey. Now I go to light the match. Namaste. 1:27:28 PM    comment []