So, how do you bury a 350-pound llama in the middle of a MN winter?
Sounds like the start to a bad joke, doesn’t it? Luckily, our senses of humor remain intact, so we can chuckle about this. But when our beloved llama Chachi died two weeks ago, the question became very relevant.
When Zipper died a few months ago, the weather was still warm enough that Melissa could deal with him the way we deal with all our dead animals. (Not that there are that many….) We used to put carcasses in a pit in the ground, but over the years this small pit filled up, in large part because we let a friend put her dead donkey there.
Melissa decided composting was a better way to go, so she built a pile of soil and straw behind the barn. Any sheep or lamb that died was buried at the bottom of the pile, safe from coyotes and turkey vultures. Every once and awhile a skull would surface, but mostly the carcasses composted as they should. Zipper joined this pile.
But here we were with Chachi, in the middle of the coldest winter we’ve seen in over thirty years. The compost pile was frozen. There was no way Melissa could cover Chachi. We certainly couldn’t dig a hole, since the frost extended four feet down. And we didn’t want to just leave him exposed to be chewed on by scavengers.
Melissa’s original plan was to take him up to the U of M for an autopsy. It would be good to know what had weakened him, but as the time neared to do this, I was seized with a strong emotion: I didn’t want Chachi to leave the farm. Once finished with the autopsy, the U of M would dispose of Chachi’s body. I wanted him here with us, on the farm. I thought he deserved that.
Melissa agreed. But now what? For two weeks we’d passed his body in the barn while doing chores, both of us saying “Hi,” and often bending down to pat his frozen neck. There’s no way around it: farmers can be weird. But Chachi had to move, for it’s going to warm up eventually (at least that’s what they tell us…)
Farming isn’t about chores or physical labor or the love of the land. It’s about solving problems. We put our heads together. If we could move him out of the barn and next to the compost pile, then the local excavation guys could deliver a yard of sand. $5 for the sand, $55 for the delivery. We put the plan in motion.
Did I mention Chachi was over 350 pounds? Melissa and I managed to get him onto a wooden ladder, and drag the ladder to the back of the barn.
Then Monday morning two teenaged boys, Colin and Kyle, came to help. Melissa and the boys dragged the ladder out the back door and through the snow to the electric fence, which I’d turned off. It was very hard work, since Chachi was so heavy. Here’s the trail to the fence, with bits of hay dragged from the barn:
I held the fence open and they dragged Chachi into the driveway and over to the base of the compost pile. They covered him with straw.