Heee heee. Yesterday morning I got a voicemail from Dad that went something like, “Last night was…interesting.” I called the family to find out what happened, and I had to chuckle too.
The big boys still haven’t quite figured out their turnout situation. They were out in the larger “exercise area” Wednesday afternoon when an enormous thunderstorm came through. Rain began to pour down by the bucket load; it was raining bobcats and coyotes, folks. The driveway succumbed to the deluge and was carried off the cliff in a few places.
Now, alpacas don’t like rain. They do like sprinklers, but not rain. Yeah, I don’t get it either.
I think I may have mentioned that Marcello isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed? Well, I retract that statement: Marcello is the dullest tool in the shed. Like, fence post stupid. And he is fascinated by Heidi-horse and Boogie-man, the horses. So he was standing all the way on the other side of his lean-to, in the narrow space between it and the horses’ paddock, staring at them when it began to rain.
Marcello found this quite distressing. He was getting wet. And the horses were absolutely no help! And so it was Dad happened upon this scene on his way down the drive after work: Merlin, savvy little bugger, calmly standing in his paddock under the lean-to, Bravado on the wrong side of the paddock, but in the lean-to, and Marcello, soaked to the bone, humming, and pacing on the wrong side of it, all while Heidi and Boogie watched from under their porch. They really don’t understand what’s up with these alpaca things.
We don’t close them out of their paddock at any time, and it really isn’t that hard to walk around the lean-to to the front, but Marcello just couldn’t handle it. Dad had to jump out of the truck (into the rain) and show him and Bravado how to get under cover.
Silly bucket-heads. 😀 😛