Barack O'Llama spent his weekend trying to outdo the ewes for drama.
He
desperately needed a dust bath when Scott was cleaning out the chicken coop. (Luckily, not in the chicken poo. He's in the hole that I fell in, which is much bigger these days as it is a popular dust bath location.)
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| "Stop working and play with me!" |
He objected to a hay bale going through his stall
again. And he nibbled on it while he was protesting.
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| Barack making sure it's good enough to enter the barn. |
He didn't want to wear a sweatshirt. It's not his fault, I don't blame him, and it's one reason we don't dress him up for holidays. (He doesn't like hats, either.)
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| "Get this thing off me!" |
Sally's relatives came to visit...well, see why the tractor was toting a hay bale around.
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| Daddy Bovine, aka John Black |
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| Sally's half-siblings (the solid black ones are twins) |
Scott made a trough this weekend (with no llama interference). Gunpowder finds it a useful tool for showing off his ramliness.
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| "Why didn't he build this sooner?" |
No new hay feeder? No problem. Theresa will just nibble from Gunpowder's fleece.
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| It sure beats me picking the hay out later... |
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