Twice.
The consensus around here is that Ella, old, imperial, receiving human tribute as she lies in her barn, likes UD. “Two kisses! She gave you two.”
The llama kiss is not really a kiss. The llama brings her big head, her black eyes, hard against your face, and breathes.
Briefly you bathe in the breath of the llama.
It’s different with the goats. They bat their weird eyes at you and let you pet their faces and stroke their horns.
I sang them a song.
Because all goats are brothers
Wherever goats may be
One goatherd shall unite us
Forever proud and free…
The cats sprawl under pickups and ignore your mewl imitation until you start to walk away, at which point they drag their asses over and let you stroke their ears.
The farm has everything pour les types uds – a good library, a piano, silence, views… We even seem to be in what the farm calls the scholar’s room — appliqued images of books along the walls, paintings with books in them…
The four-poster bed’s so high you have to take a running leap to get on it.