Morning storm genesis.

Another Poem

GARDEN STORM
By Rod Scott

The garden's disheveled appearance belies the
meticulous care exerted last evening.

Testifies now to the fury of the nocturnal visitor
who,
armed with the powers of the four winds,
arsenal of fork'ed lightening,
reservoirs of cold liquid
flood waters,
threatened
tomato serenity and
prevented
frightened robins from
reproduction.

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Birmingham, AL
May 13, 1992

Meet Rose! She is the mother of the cria that I spoke about in an earlier post on this blog. Rose is a very friendly llama who allows anyone (even me) to hand feed her. Rose has a male llama companion, Paco. These beautiful animals live on a farm where they are loved and cared for by two wonderful people, our good friends David & Becky.

If you have never hand fed a llama, then you may be in for a shock. A llama's upper lip is split, and they gobble the food with a dry mouthed suction that is a cross between a hoover vacuum cleaner, and an elephant's nose.

Rose would only let me stroke her neck when she was allowed to put her entire mouth in the bowl to gain the last scraps of food. Now I know why llama fleece is so prized, she was as warm as toast as we shivered in the 40 degree wind chill.