The final (at least the last scheduled) fall field trips drove away this week. Each offers its own teachable moments. As I stood at along the front fence of the farm animal sanctuary with a preschool group from Dupont, one of the smallest boys stopped and called, ”Soo-wee! Soo-wee!” in hopes of calling forth pigs. I puzzled over that, wondering why he would think they would come.
“Um, that’s not going to work. They’ve never heard that before. Call them by name. Try calling Nemo, Beatrice, Bob…”
Adults might have been offended. Heck, I probably would have. After all, we are all told that turkeys gobble, donkeys hee-haw, geese honk, and pigs come running when you shout Soo-wee. That little guy never stopped to take a breathe before he called to Nemo and she trotted up and over the hill followed by Beatrice and Carlton. Clive, a much more cautious pot-belly, watched from a distance in the southern area of the pasture.
“What’s his name?” asked the boy.
“Oh, that’s Clive. But he won’t come. He’s very shy about people.”
“CLI-I-IVE!” called the small young voice of optimism. Here came Clive. The boy asked if Clive would eat the mint leaves that the boy had collected in the garden. I said no. But what do I know? Clive took it gently between his tiny front teeth, then allowed the boy and several classmates to pet his tufty fur.
Just when I’m feeling all wise and knowledgable, something raises a metaphysical eyebrow in my direction and suggests eh, maybe not so much.
It’s been nearly eight days since the Autumnal Equinox rolled around and in those intervening eight days, a lot has happened. On Thursday past, some 70 home-schooled children and their parents/grandparents/guardians visited the Farm. As with other groups that have come and gone, they made herb bundles, learned about the waterways around Ohio, got a peek at what lives down under the rocks and the mud in the creek that runs through the Quarry Farm on its way to the Riley and they met many of our two- and four-legged friends and fellows who live here with us. Beatrice has already worked out how to circumvent the fence, so she spent the morning visiting with the groups over by the cabin. Buddy and the goats stayed closer to home and were treated like royalty, which is as it should be.
On Saturday, we held what we hope was the first of many acoustic nights. Friends and family met in Seitz Pavilion to listen to friends and family play and sing (and, yes, that’s a lot of friends and family). Thanks particularly to Erin Coburn (and Bruce and Beth, of course), Mark Gallimore, Brian Erchenbrecher and Doug and Merilee of 12-String Relief.
If you missed it, we’re truly sorry for your loss.