Our first visit was short because of circumstances beyond our control, and today we are back at Sontheim, trying to ease into our daily routine. Lilly and Sophia are content to be home after their week-long stay at Mary’s kennel and I am pleased to report that Sophia has indeed matured quite a bit in Mary’s care. But more about that later. First, let me recount the wonders of Charsadda Farm.
Imagine a land based Noah’s ark where happiness, love and laughter is everywhere. That picture gives you daily life at Charsadda Farm.
Everything there comes in twos: a loving couple, two inquisitive cats, two fierce guard dogs, two aloof alpacas, two adorable miniature horses, two playful donkeys, two hilariously determined miniature goats.
And yes, there are also chickens on the hill. There is Frida, the sole survivor of Moti’s early attempt to play with the first batch of chicken at the farm. Frida lays one egg a day and oversees the new chicks who are halfway to adulthood.
And here is Moti, guarding the Chicken coops. Of course, she still has to learn that chickens are not squeaker toys.
Moti and Chadu are Tibetan Mastifs who take their guard duties very seriously and upon our arrival it was Moti who could not be kept out of the house until she satisfied herself about our status as family members. She is still a pup even though she already stands taller than the 145 pound adult Chadu.
Felix and Paula, the miniature goats, also showed their curiosity about us by coming to the glass doors to check us out. Felix always in the lead with Paula, daintily balancing on her little hoofs, a few steps behind him.
These are the doors Felix comes to several times a day, knocking with his horns to be let in.
I have to admit that I was smitten by Felix and interacted with him as much as possible even though it was a challenge to prevent his nibbling on my pants, jacket and shirt.
Of course Felix was not the only one who wanted to nibble me. At the barn I was surrounded by horses and donkeys who tried to wrestle the treats out of my hands. I was cornered by soft noses who were inspecting my pockets in the hope for more treats.
Inside the house were Mojo, Graybelly, and Baloo. Following us around for ear scratching and belly rubs.
Mojo on the stairs and Baloo on Amin’s lap, enjoying the morning sun.
Our visit was a happy one at Charsadda Farm, were hospitality and love are everywhere. And even though our visit was very short our memories will last forever. Thank you Elke and Amin, we will surely come again.