Hermit on the Homestead

A couple weeks ago we ran out of hay for the yaks, But we didn't have to panic just yet because I think we might just have enough space for them to graze. But, when I put them in the coral at night, it's nice to give them a little something to tide them over until morning. And they are lazy yaks indeed because they sit around laying in the sun all day, then wait until the night time hay pile when they don't have to forage. At least that's how it seems.  So I started the long process of acquiring a vendor for some wholesale hay. Inflation is going nuts because just a few months ago when we bought hay it was $12.39 for a "two string bale" which is about 45 pounds, that same bale is $19.95 now. They have "three string bales" which are close to 80 pounds each and are only 4 dollars more. The two string bales are conveniently wrapped in plastic, and the three string bales are not. So they make a total mess of any car they are transported in and most peop

My confidence goes up and down all the time with these yaks. I feel like I gain confidence, but then Dusty charges me a few times and I’m back to square one. They are mostly friendly, but they are also youthful and do crazy sporadic things. One time they ran past me from behind and its horn hit my elbow, which left a bruise for several days. From that point on I started carrying a stick. It looks like it’s a broken shovel handle or something, I hold it in one hand and the treat bucket in the other hand, this way they give me a bit of a perimeter. I gently sway the stick side to side behind me so they don’t get too close. But sometimes in the morning when I brush them, Dusty is just so mean to me. I was feeling particularly nervous one day, and Ganesh was holding Georgie and I asked him to put the yaks in the coral. I thought Ganesh would hand the baby to me, but to my surprise he didn’t. He just walked right on in the field, baby in arm, called the yaks, told them to go in the coral, t