It has come to my attention that subconciously my sons and I have been making note of the progression of a certain llama and it's fold of puffy white sheep. They call a field near my middle son's Elementary school home. Until just recently that field has been full of lush green alphalpha, so tall only the backs and heads of these soft looking animals could be seen. My boys are, of course absolutely fascinated by these beasts, and all of their neighboring beasts as well. When we walk instead of driving, the focus is on the lone cow across the road, who has two unlikely goat fieldmates. We occasionally see a very large dog on this property, loafing indignantly in the sunlight.

Once, the feeder of the beasts asked if we'd like to pet the cow. On cue the brown wet-eyed adorable animal set its tongue out to moisten its nose. The farmer was given a very thankful and humble no thank you. We did, however, compliment his glorious three foot rooster that had every color of the rainbow reflecting and blinding us from his feathers. The chickens were equally impressive, but not as impressive (or as cute) as my husband's rendition of 'the sleeping hen'.

Today there were two llamas residing in the field, one brown, one white with large brown patches. We noted that there were a considerably larger amount of sheep aswell, one of which was very small and brown. Also, the alphalpha has turned a lime green color. The field across the road is empty. No hair nor hyde of goat nor cow could be seen. We did, however, notice the apple tree that must've been there all along.

It's interesting the clarity, the boldness of color, shape and form of the world when your right there in it.

We've collectively decided that one farmer brought his llama and its fold of sheep to visit the other, so that they might have a great alphalpha eating party. The little brown sheep is the record keeper and judge of which sheep in which fold ate the most, and which sheep in which fold digested the fasted. Because thats the way of little boys, always with the digestive system. Now it is three something in the afternoon, and the lot of us want to go discover more wonderous indigenous animals to make stories about, to you I say, adieu.