It was bound to happen eventually. We just didn’t know to who. Unfortunately, our sweetest goat was the victim to llama spit.
It wasn’t her fault really. She just happened to be in the wrong place.
I’ve been noticing the last few mornings that Sadie, our most obnoxious goat, had been receiving some ‘warning’ spits. These are just simply some air puffed out toward the mark. There’s nothin’ to them, but Sadie understood the meaning. Let’s just say, she got out of Llama Girl’s way.
You see, Sadie has a way of pushing her luck. She hasn’t quite figured out yet that llamas don’t like to butt heads. It’s just not appreciated by Lllama Girl. She was a good sport about it long enough I guess, but now establishing her rightful throne as Queen of the Barn was at hand.
Kinda reminds me of myself in my parenting sometimes. You ever do this? You see the small infraction but you’re too tired to deal with it. You shut your eyes and pretend you didn’t see it. “I’m not listening. I can’t hear you.” You then promise yourself it’s just this one time. And then pray with hope of all hopes, it will never again resurface. I know. I’m silly. I don’t know about you, but pretty soon, reality becomes too great to ignore, and then I spit…I mean, I blow. The kids don’t know what hit ’em. It’s not a parenting skill I would endorse.
Back to llama spit. Saturday morning, Renaissance Man agreed to feed the animals while I went to pick up Riddle Man (that’s G) from a sleep over. Since I had started giving the goats grain again, I had neglected to share with him the new feeding routine. Goats like routine. I knew I liked them. This was information, we discovered later, would have been so helpful to know.
One thing you should know about goats: they adore grain. I mean, they go ga-ga over the stuff. You want a goat to follow you anywhere? Put some grain in your coat pocket. Okay, really, they’d probably follow you anyway, but now you’d have a goat nose stuck in your pocket the whole way. Suffice it to say, they have no self-control when it comes to the stuff.
Now, because I know goats can get pushy when it comes to their beloved food, and llamas don’t enjoy assertiveness, I always feed the goats first. While they’re eating their grain, I sneak outside and give Llama girl her share. If they knew, she got some too…oh boy, it could get ugly.
Well, poor Renaissance Man, unknowingly gave Llama girl her feed first, out in the open, with the goats longingly looking on. Apparently, they inched forward wanting to be closer to their sacred cuisine and Llama Girl would not have any of it.
With ears laid back, and a gurgling sound from her throat, she let loose on the nearest goat. A small mass of grass-like substance shot directly square between the eyes of sweet Xcel. Renaissance Man said when her heard that gurgling sound, he backed up just a bit. Llama Girl wasn’t looking at him, so he knew he was safe, but he was hoping to not get any cross fire.
Poor Xcel. By the time, I got home, the green mass had been shaken off, but there was definitely a certain smell. Ew.
Everyone knows the routine now.
Who knew, an inanimate object such as this, could cause so much trouble. So, if you’re ever at the farm and want to hang out with Llama Girl, you’ll be fine, just as long as you keep your grain to yourself.
Happy Tuesday. May your day be filled with no spit.