Well, our llama has arrived! His name was Major, but after seeing him we immediately decided to rename him Rastallama, or just Rasta. He hadn't been sheared in a couple of years, and looked like Bob Marley on a bad hair day! Trying to hold the kicking, spitting beastie still while clipping him was a real trip: neither Kris nor I had ever sheared a llama before (although Kris had at least watched sheep shearing, and had some idea of what to do). We got two bags of very fine (but very dirty) wool for our efforts, and the llama got alot cooler! He was quite appreciative after the fact!
We put him in the barn with the sheep last night, and didn't let him out into the paddock until late this afternoon. Apparently it takes some time for a llama to bond to sheep, and Kevyn suggested three days. We'll seee how this goes.
And of course I've had even more fun with fencing...
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