Tomorrow is the big day. I had to re-arrange the schedule a bit, since Husband has been swamped with work, but he and I will be doing toenail trims on all the llamas, and shearing Lorenzo. The new girls don't have long enough hair for it to be worth shearing, and I am not shearing Llama, as she is getting quite old, and seems to need her hair for keeping HER warm. And I also don't want to stress her any more than I have to.
Oh, why did I mention Casanova?
Wellll, we were in the garage, and Husband heard this noise. I suspected what it was, but we walked out and looked out in the pasture. Annie and Lorenzo were enjoying each other's company, in the biblical sense. (Poor Lorenzo, Toni was having a fit, and spitting at him vehemently, so he was being heavily chastised for enjoying himself. He just turned away from Toni and went back to enjoying himself. Annie seemed to have no opinion on the matter.) This went on randomly for a day or so, then Annie decided she'd had enough, and ran him off.
The next day, we heard Lorenzo again. Looking out the window, we realized, he was enjoying himself with Dolly! (And Toni still didn't approve. Toni seems to be a bit of a prude...) So, we have been having random llama p0rn the last few days. I wonder if it's giving the roosters ideas...
Speaking of roosters, we also have been having 3 birds crowing in the morning. We have 2 roosters. One little black hen has decided she is going to crow, and no one is going to stop her. (If I can get my camera to do the record thing, I will try and put it on the blog later.) She started a few weeks ago. Now, if there is no rooster around, one hen will sometimes crow, and sort of take over as a lead bird. I reiterate, I have TWO roosters. And they didn't like her deciding to crow. They pounced on her, hit her with wings and feet, plucked feathers, what ever those little shelled pea sized brains could come up with to get her to stop.
She just got mad, fought back, and crowed as she ran away.
The roosters have now come to the conclusion that she is not going to stop crowing. They have now switched to the method of dealing with her that my family refers to as "high ignore". If they don't pay attention to her, she isn't a problem. And she just walks around, clucking happily, catching the occasional bug, laying the occasional egg.
(You go girl!) :)
My birthday is Sunday. I don't know what to wish for with the old birthday cake, but I will think of something, I am sure. I have had a few people ask me how old I am. I will say to all of you that are curious, I was born in '67. You do the math.
This isn't to be rude, quite frankly, more often than not, I have to do the math myself, because I can't remember. This is why, unlike a friend or two of mine, the big 4-0 was a big woo-pee. When I wake up some days feeling like I'm 17, and others like I am 89, the actual number doesn't mean all that much.
So, everyone gets a slice of virtual birthday cake from me, and may you all have a wonderful day. I will probably be recovering from dealing with 20 llama toes. And one horny llama haircut. (Photos only if I can manage it...)
And listening to 3 crowing birds...
(Oh, and since a few people asked, the stuff I take now is Aleve. I have found it works great for me, however YMMV...)