Crankypants

There are a lot of cranky animals around here these days.

The llamas are still clicking and snorting at each other.  Not as much, but they are still far from being buddies.  Why don't they believe me when I tell them there's enough llama food to go around?

Me?  Cranky? Never.

Our elderly black australorp won out over a bunch of the younger ladies yesterday.  It was hilarious, because not only is she old, but also she's on the small side and molting.  She'd give them a look and they would scurry off--even the giant white chickens who weigh nearly as much as our cat and don't fear llamas or sheep with horns.  (But I must give the chickens some credit: they rarely ever fight and when they do, it's over food--and not just any food but only chicken delicacies like grapes.)

What does a big strapping girl like this need to be afraid of?

 The ewes have been scrappy recently.  Today, Henrietta and Calico fought their way out of the barn and continued to fight for about twenty minutes.  Elvira was very interested in the proceedings.  She went to "talk" to Sandy, then returned and thwacked Calico in the side.  The fighting ended at that point, and I suspect it has something to do with the verdict from the matriarch (Sandy).  I have a feeling we have more scuffles in store. The days are getting shorter, and the ewes' hormones are starting to awaken...and they are starting to act like teenage girls.

Henrietta fueling up for the big fight.

 No pictures of the sheep battle, but if you've ever seen a video of wild rams fighting, it looks pretty much the same, with less horns and no rocky cliffs.

Meanwhile in the ram and wether pasture: Peace. And lots of naps.

Almond wonders why the boys get the bad rap.