Then I went into the shed to put on Apria's halter.
It got real exciting after that. She was surprisingly good about my putting the halter on. And she came out without too much hesitation on the lead. Then she noticed that there was a foreigner in the mix (Kevin) and we had us a hootenanny! She was a whirling kaleidoscope of dirty dreadlocks. She bucked. She bounced. She carried on. Then she finally dug her heels in. Part of the problem, of course, is that her vision is impaired. We were finally calmed down when she stepped in a feed dish. We repeated the dance a few times until we got her moved over to a sizable tree and tied her lead tightly to it.
It wasn't too bad at the start - Kevin had to work his way through about six inches of heavy felted fiber on her neck. And he is a blade shearer - no electric gizmos for him. Apria was wary, but he was making headway until....he neared her legs. Now Hoosier was no fan of leg shenanigans, either. But hoo-ha, my Aunt Marie! Hoosier was nothing compared to the appearance of the Evil Inner Camel! She bared her teeth, she screeched, she gurgled, she spit, she kicked, bucked, danced and looked like a possessed thing. I braced her on one side, Kevin draped himself over and gingerly clipped her legs and haunches. He laughingly said there was one llama he sheared that would put his head back and spit straight up. And then it rained down on everyone. I kept a very close eye on her head after that.
|"Does my head look fat?"|
|Sigh. So, it wasn't the "wool" that made them look fat.|