For the Ewes, Hens, and Whatever Girl Llamas Are Called

I was looking through my recent pictures and saw some pictures for the ladies....the farm animal ladies, that is.

For the hens, there's Oklahoma and Colonel Brandon #1.  (Although the hens here don't particularly like them, and I don't blame them.  But that's another story.)

Oklahoma: Flashy Feathers

Colonel Brandon #1: Classically Handsome

 Oklahoma protecting his girls.  It's probably the chicken equivalent of hunky firefighters.

And he's tough!

 For the ewes, there's Pecan.  There's the brooding eyes.  The luxuriant fleece.  The broken horn that gives him an air of danger. Sorry to tell you, ewes, but he's a wether.  (Although he can be appreciated by humans as well--his fleece feels even more amazing than it looks.)

Pecan

 And, finally, for the llamas...we have Barack O'Llama in the shower!

You might notice that two of our boys are missing: Colonel Brandon #2 and Almond.  Colonel Brandon #2 is still growing his comb and wattle, and he feels a little sensitive about it.  Almond is ....  well, silly.  He still acts like a baby, chewing on people's clothes, jumping up on people, and sproinging around the pasture like a crazy little sheepie.