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Pistachio knows we're up to something.

Yesterday, we moved the ewes back to the front field.  It would have taken a lot of maneuvering on a good day.  We needed to make room in the barn for nine fluffy pregnant ewes.  The Mule moved out of the barn, and Barack O'Llama has a new stall. The move was a bit dramatic.

"You parked here so I could have a snack, right?"

The sheep freaked out...

Sandy is out in front.  Hmm.

...but recovered quickly.

All that running made Theresa hungry.

Sally went nuts.   She flung her neck and her legs around just like a llama does when worked up about something.  It's a scary sight no matter what animal is doing it (although it's much more impressive with a long neck).  Snowball clicked at her, and she stopped...eventually.  It's a good thing the Mule (just barely) fit in its new home.

Getting it back out might be an issue...

We had enough sense to corral Gunpowder before we starting moving the ewes, but we didn't think to restrain any of the other animals.  There were llamas and sheep everywhere and a cow on the loose. Sally ran to the front pasture as did Snowball.  All of the ewes went that way as well (whew), but some of the ewe lambs headed for the other side.

Our biggest concern was a llama fight.  Eventually, all the sheep and the cow ended up where they belonged (the wethers needed to be carried--good thing we have Shetlands).  Barack O'Llama was in the back field with Snowball.  They were getting along much better than anticipated.  Barack was reluctant to leave; he needed to be removed via halter.

Two llamas!

Barack seems happy to have his flock back.  Gunpowder thinks we delivered two more ewes to him, and he's been chasing Pecan and Almond around.  Together again, Calico and Henrietta have resumed their feud.