Not the best picture, but it's a nice one, just after she'd been sheared.
She went down fast, and didn't make it. I would like to think she was happy here, and I know she was saved from llama burgers. I will have this year's fleece to remember her by.
She was a little diva. (Notice the picture of her, she's walking away? I had just started to take the picture, and she figured out someone had food, and she didn't.) She had "wry face", but it never seemed to slow her down. In fact, she was usually eating her share, then cleaning up anything anyone else left. (Which lead to four non adjoining feeding areas...) She would decide to go through a gate, and if there was food there, I wasn't going to get her back in, until the food was gone, or she saw food back where I wanted her. Big beautiful eyelashes, she could give a 'sultry vixen' look, an 'I didn't do it look' (even if she had), or an 'Ok, so I did it, I don't care' look. Sometimes within minutes of each other.
She was just a nice llama. She will be missed.