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Friday Llama Blogging

(I know; it's not Friday, but Typepad suffered a Denial of Service attack yesterday. The hackers will do anything to prevent Friday Cow Blogging from going on. They clearly are worried.)

This week I took a couple of friends to the Cotswolds, and our first stop was Minster Lovell, possibly my favorite place on earth. After we admired the ruins we walked around a bit, and came upon a field of llamas, as you do. It turned out one was a mama llama, but she must be fed up with that whole nurturing thing, because when Baby Llama (who was almost as big as Mama) came over looking for the goodies, she kicked him out of the way. 

This went on for a while, but eventually Mama Llama succeded in her denial of service. 

That's llamas for you. 

Give me a cow any day. 

Mama Llama

Baby Llama arrives, Mama scuttles off.

Mama bites Baby

Friday Goat Blogging

I don't usually approve of kids playing with dogs unsupervised, especially if they're climbing all over the poor dog, but this dog, a Great Pyrenees, tolerates these kids pretty well. 

We almost got a Great Pyrenees, before we got Bailey, but I didn't have anything to guard. They do seem like really great dogs.

And now I'm wanting some baby goats. Sparky seems good with kids; maybe it would work out. 

Bluebells...in April?

Yep, that's bluebells.

I noticed bluebells in my neighbour's garden the other day, but I figured it was an April Fool's joke. Today I saw them again, even more of them. Bluebells are supposed to wait until May, late April at the earliest.

I also saw rape seed blooming during my drive on Tuesday through Suffolk, another typical May sight in the countryside.

I guess bluebells don't pay much attention to the calendar, or else the very warm winter we've had—I don't think it got below freezing even once—convinced them to poke their lovely heads up early. 

But it's odd to see bluebells and daffodils in the same flower patch. I'm pretty sure I've never seen that before, and you know I'm the sort to notice that. 

Bluebells and daffodils, friends at last.