I have just gotten back from a few weeks in the States
and am ready to resume my life on the farm. At least I was ready. Now I’m not
so sure. The family is here on the farm for a few weeks since there is no
school and I love it when we are all together. So I thought I was really ready to appreciate the farming experience.
This morning I was eager to take my traditional trudge
down the mountain checking out our stock. Alessia (the 4 year old) volunteered
to keep me company. Now ever since I had arrived last night, I had felt that
there was something going on but I had no idea what it could be. The rains had
come, the troughs were functioning, the pond had filled, Dan had fixed the pump so we no longer had
to haul water and the grass was growing again so the stock should be plump and
happy. What could have gone wrong?
I was soon to find out. The family, remembering how I had
cried when RamBO died, had plotted a strategy for breaking the bad news. Hence,
Alessia’s companionship on this walk.
I was very excited as we walked toward the red barn. We
were going to meet Dan and stake out our new “massive” garden. It would be huge
and go a long way to feeding our family organic produce throughout the year. I
knew how to can, had the supplies and was raring to get started.
But then Alessia started talking. As we walked she held
my hand in a soothing way.
“Gwamma, I have something very sad to tell you. We
couldn’t find the brown ram. The little one who was a light brown.”
“I remember, Alessia. We thought he had wandered into a
neighbor’s paddock.”
“Gwamma, it is very sad. I feel very sad about it. The
ram, the little, brown one, fell in a hole and he is not alive.”
“Alessia, do you mean the ram fell in a sink hole and
died?”
“He’s not alive any more.”
And sure enough, he wasn’t. Although Alessia couldn’t
bring herself to use the word ‘died’, that is what he had done. About a third
of the way up Paddock #1 (Mt. Everest) was a sink hole. Dan, Alessia, and I
inspected it and viewed the mortal remains. And Alessia was right; it was very
sad seeing the bones. But the horrifying thing was how I could literally be only
a foot from the hole and still not see it. Any one of us could have fallen in.
It looked like a collapsed cave and was over 5 feet deep. If we weren’t injured
when we fell, we probably could get out since the hole wasn’t too wide but it
was a scary sight none the less.
I kept a hawk like eye on Alessia as we staked the
garden. While an adult might escape a sink hole relatively unscathed, a small
child could be seriously injured – or worse. Farming is not for sissies.