It has been here what I imagine Ireland to be, drizzly and dreary. When it drizzles, the fine, misty, moisture covers the llamas in the most beautiful haze of little droplets on their hair and they get a slivery hue to them.
It was a good day, they were enjoying one of the last zucchinis from the garden.
Llamas don't have top teeth so they have to mash everything in their powerful jaws. You will know just how powerful their jaws are if you don't pull your finger away fast enough from an eager to get a snack llama.
And then there is little Jamal,
as far as he can tell, he is just a short llama.