Ferdinand & The Home Study
This is Ferdinand.
He belongs to the farm across the road from our subdivision. The farm is run by the Dominican Sisters of Peace.
Yes, nuns. But they are white older ladies who are very much from America, so I’m not clear about the Dominican aspect of it.
I started the volunteer application process for the farm this weekend. I’m so excited. They have 160 acres with sheep, the guard llama pictured above, chickens, a turkey, bees, gardens, a greenhouse, and a labyrinth walk through the woods designed to guide meditation.
Sadly they aren’t as kid friendly as I would have hoped. The nun in charge said they don’t allow children to volunteer around the animals, and they no longer allow children to help parents who volunteer in the garden because other volunteers had bad experiences with kids being there.
That could be talk for *a bunch of grumpy old people who don’t like kids*, but that’s only my guess. I find that attitude somewhat off-putting, but for the sake of the hysterical guard llama I will forgive them.
The nun in charge is very no nonsense. I could tell right away that she is a type A rule follower. This is difficult for me–that is so NOT my personality. I am very spontaneous and I laugh all the time. I have a very dry sense of humor and I cannot stop with the sarcastic jokes! It’s one reason Tyler and I are together–he’s the same way. Sometimes people can’t tell when we’re joking, which is extra funny. We have the best time cracking each other up.
Even when we’re in the middle of a fight–the other day we were arguing and I randomly started speaking in a British accent and yelled, “GOOD DAY SIR. I SAID, GOOD DAY.” And slammed the door and stormed away. Then we both busted out laughing.
In some ways that makes it harder for me to find friends because, well, I guess we’re weird. I don’t know. I have trouble getting along with people who are very black and white and set in their ways. Not on subjects like religion and politics so much as just general daily living, going about life…I don’t know how to explain it.
Long story short, during my volunteer “interview” on Saturday I had a hard time figuring out what to say because the Sister in charge barely ever cracked a smile and did not seem to understand dry humor either. Shudder.
I do have a sliver of hope for her though. She did name her guard llama Ferdinand, after all.
I miss our chickens so badly. The suburbs are definitely not my favorite place on earth to live, but I’m fully aware it could be worse so I’m trying to bloom where I’m planted without too much misery and complaining. I will say for a suburb I do like our neighborhood. So there’s that.
I’m still pondering having a couple of Silkie hens in my backyard. After a few months of careful assessment I don’t think anyone would complain. But at the same time we have very little space and I don’t know…it would be difficult to keep them safe here. There are foxes and coyotes roaming around in the daylight. The other day a fox was just sitting in a neighbor’s driveway sunning himself.
What the heck? It was a funny sight.
I think the growing construction has encroached upon their land quite a bit and they’re hungry, and they’re also becoming over accustomed to humans. It’s awkward and kind of unsettling.
One day we saw a pack of coyotes at the pond in the middle of the day just half a block up from our house. At the cabin we had coyotes, but they only came out of the woods at night. Never so boldly!
I had to stop letting our giant bunny out in the backyard. I’m worried innocent, fluffy Silkie hens would just be setting ourselves up for heartbreak when they get attacked by predators. I can’t very well set up an electric fence in my tiny yard like we had at the cabin, haha!
Luckily I can enjoy the chickens at the farm across the road once I start volunteering for animal care…I have to wait on my background check to go through first. (Yes, they need a background check to volunteer with animals…I don’t know.)
I noticed their chickens have scaly leg mites. I pointed that out to the Sister on my interview/tour this weekend and she seemed confused by the concept. Clearly they need my chicken obsessed expertise. (LOL)
The sheep you all, holy crap. I adore them. They have two different breeds. They all have names. They love to be hand fed and petted.
My soul feels at peace when I sit in a field of sheep. Maybe I was a shepherd in a past life. You can expect many selfies with sheep to come in the near future.
Huge topic shift, it’s only 59 days until Max gets here!
The kids are so excited. I am so nervous and excited!
I really think this is it you all. This kid is the one. We’re definitely doing the full home study, in faith that this is IT.
It’s scary, and exhilarating, and did I mention scary?
The scary part is just the finances, but I’m fully aware we are not the first family who has desired to adopt kids without piles of riches in the bank. It will be ok. It will work out somehow.
We only have $450 dollars left to go with our funding and we will have enough for the home study. Can you believe it? We’re SO CLOSE.
After the home study is complete we will be able to choose an adoption agency and apply for grants. You can’t apply for any grants or interest free loans until you have a home study, so that’s why we have to come up with the $1,400 for it on our own.
I’ve already chosen a social worker and talked with her on the phone. The ball is rolling.