Unauthorized birth

This is Lucky Nickel, with an important announcement, I guess, if you listen to Claire that is, which I sort of do, when I have to...

Claire said I should do a blog about the new birth on the farm.  Did you hear that?  Yup...new birth.  And I know you're probably asking yourself right now...as I did....who authorized that?  Because let me tell you, I, Lucky Nickel, did NOT sign off on any paperwork on this.  I would definitely remember having done that, because it would have taken some deep goat thoughts on my part, to decide if I felt that was a good idea or not.  You remember the other llama baby we had back in January?  His name is Stormy.

Yeah, he's a lot bigger now, and I think he might have authorized it because they came from the same Dad.  You know, Kahlua, that big brown llama guy.  I think it was a conspiracy.

But, you know, Claire is the provider of the treats.  So I feel a little obligated about this "announcement" that she wants me to do.  I will try to be nice about it.

So, suddenly, before I even knew what was happening, there was a kerfuffle over towards the area of the llamas.  I could have told Claire what was going on, but ooooh no, she was in the house studying, and you know if you bother her while she is studying, she gets this mad face on and has a little fit and comes outside waving her arms around and complaining about too much bleating.  Well, I could have told her, but I thought better of it.

Later when she comes outside, she goes all ballistic about this thing in the llama pen.  I had to come over and pretend to be surprised.  "Oh gee, when did that get there?"

So Claire is just staring at it because she can't even believe it happened, and I'm waiting for her to get over her little moment of shock.  Humans can be so predictable.  She makes all kinds of squealing noises and rushes off to get the little black clicky box thing...she's obsessed with it.  Then she has to go pick up this wet, squirmy animal and announce to nobody in particular that it's a boy.  I mean, I already knew that, and the mother llama, Cabernet, already knew that too, so I don't know why Claire thought it was necessary, but anyway, she said it was a boy.

Seriously, look at this.  What is there to squeal about when this creature can't even stand properly on its own 4 feet?  How clumsy can an animal be?  I never did this...

Anyway, that first day was pretty boring, because Claire just kept coming down to look at it and squeal at it and I was totally being ignored.  Typical.  She gave it some milk too, out of MY BOTTLE!  I definitely never authorized that.  I would not want my bottle being contaminated by llama spit.  For some reason, I don't get my bottle any more.  I think Claire has forgotten.  I tried to get it when she was taking it to the llama and she told me to be good!  Can you imagine?!  I don't know what came over her.

So then today, it was a little better.  This morning, I went to check out the new arrival in more detail.  Did you know they call a baby llama a "cria?"  I mean, what kind of word is that?  Me, when I was a baby, I was a "kid."  Now that is a nice easy word.  Anyway, I was not at all sure about this cria thing.

He has kind of messy looking fur, and he isn't very graceful.  I am so attractive, it is hard for any creature to be measured against me, but really, this one is particularly awkward looking.  I think he needs to go to a groomer or something.

Claire was particularly excited this morning about the cria nursing by himself.  Big whoopie.  I prefer bottles.

After the cria nurses, he acts like it's some big accomplishment, because then he has to go have a little lie-down, as if it was an exhausting feat to do this simple task.  I know he's doing it for the attention.  He's just jealous of me.  But, his mom, Cabernet, she encourages it!  I mean, talk about LAZY!!!

The cria can't even do his own thing.  He has to look just like his mom.

The sheep were a little bit curious about it.  Really, you can't blame them.  Sheep are kind of dense that way.  They can never figure out what is going on and you can see here, they think that the cria is a lamb.  Even though none of them remember giving birth or anything, they figure it might be theirs.  I can't even imagine what goes on inside their heads...oh...well, nothing obviously.

Oh yeah.  Claire says the cria has "such beautiful eyes" and she looks all gooey when she says that, like she might melt or something.  Whatever.

Anyway, that's about all there is to say about it.  I don't see what the big deal is.  I mean, it's not like it's going to get to sleep in the house, like I did.  I was waaaay more special.  But I guess it's sort of cute.  Maybe.  If you like that sort of thing.