When living on a farm, a day can begin with llama spit and end with newborn lambs.
The llama spit came during morning feeding time. I was attempting to lure the llama with grain. When he became pushy, I stomped at him.
Unlike sheep and horses, the llama stood his ground and spat.
I had to believe the day would get better.
When I arrived home, I saw a ewe lying in the far corner of the pasture. The last pregnant ewe was finally giving birth.
The spouse and I brought the two ram lambs to the barn where I dipped their umbilical cords in iodine while Daydream Believer played on the barn radio.