Soggy Llama

It rained and rained and rained some more yesterday.  The (very sensible) sheep stayed in the hoop house.  Barack did not.  He sat close to the hoop house--but not too close--and looked cranky.

Lunchtime in the rain

I wondered what could be wrong.  It wasn't too crowded.*  Calico and Sandy seemed to be making room for him in the front. Then I noticed that he was sniffing the bottom of every sheep that came out of the hoop house.  It's what he does after something scary has happened--it's the guard llama way of checking that all of their charges are still there and in one piece.  I assumed that he was, perhaps, still a bit afraid of the hoop house after the blowing around incident.  Or maybe it still smells like Ivory?  (He still won't go into the corner of the pasture in which the other llamas slept.)  Or maybe it limits his field of vision?**  Or perhaps llamas enjoy a good cold rain?

Wet llama.

I took pity on him and decided to move the whole gang to the front pasture, where they could go in the barn if they wanted.  The girls spent most of the day in the barn.  Judging by what Barack looked like when I returned from the boys' dentist appointment, he did not.

Really wet llama.

*It's not crowded now but I don't think there's a chance of fitting a llama and one more animal in there--not even a wee little lamb.
**Yes, it does seem that we will be building another shade shelter.