This is the rig that he drove clear across Montana and Wyoming(in very bad weather, I might add) to deliver our boys to us:
CSU Veterinary School was on hand.
None of us had ever met before, face to face; but we had been preparing for the big arrival via e-mail for a few days...so we greeted each other as old friends would, with hugs all around (that poor cattle driver never knew what hit him...)! All was well...
Until we saw this!!!!
After our initial moment of horror wore off, we all knew what needed to be done. An in field, on site shearing party it was. With scissors no less...the poor guy got one hell of a bad hair cut, but I'm sure he feels A TON lighter! After the shearing was done, we got down to separating the boys and figuring out who was going where. Tom and I had to laugh later that all of us had bonded with Big Guy (the one with the bad haircut), so when the straws were drawn, and yes, we used actual straw, or maybe it was hay...We all wanted Big Guy!
Big Whitey (so far)~ this guy must have been one of the herd leaders (Wow! out of 800 llamas!) because he scored 4 (on a body scale of 1-9), which is quite good, so he was getting most of the food. We also think there is a chance that this guy was at some point in time a herdsire, meaning that he was someone's top breeder. See the tag in his ear? That could mean that he is an import from Chile or Peru.
We got home well after dark on Sunday, and thanks to a good friend and neighbor's headlights, we got the trailer all ready to unload them, thinking they were just dying to be out after two days of traveling....and NOTHING! They were comfortably bedded down for the night and that was that. So we tied the gate of the trailer to the gate of their "Quarantine" area and left them be.
This is Jose and Shadow, Shadow is our most critical patient (scoring only a 1-2).
This is Mellow (so far) because he is Caramel colored and very mellow as you can see from this picture. He is also the only one that willingly got haltered and loaded into the trailer!
A better shot of Jose, if SWLR accepts us, we may adopt this rebellious boy, he pulled a muscle in the big, bad, bikers back putting him in the trailer, and he was the smallest of all! Leave it to me, to like the roughest one of the bunch!
A group (or butt) shot of the boys checking out their small outdoor yard. I wanted it small on purpose. I don't need these boys getting a ton of exercise and fighting right now. This is a resting and healing zone. On the other hand, they do however have a huge covered area that gets a ton of sunshine and fresh air, just what the doctor ordered. Maybe not the photographer though!
And this dear Rebels, is your llama. I thought it would be fun for you all to get involved with the naming game! I am sorry about the light with this picture, but he is a spectacular boy, because he goes from a cream color to a caramel color that gradates into a dark brownish rust. And then as you can see, he has some white socks too. Once we get this nasty batch of wool off of him, the wool that comes in, will be fantastic! I am hoping to find spinners for him, Big Whitey and Mellow, as they all have beautiful wool.
It really has been an amazing few days. Sunday was unbelievable. Those folks were wonderful and are friends for life now, even if we just e-mail each other for support from now on...which the e-mails have been flying! But to be a part of the nation's biggest animal rescue has been something I can't even describe in words...beyond satisfying? Now you too can be a part of it, help name our nameless guy...