They held out the donkey protest a lot longer than I thought they would, those spoiled rotten, surly, teenaged llamas.  They stayed away from the barn for a solid 5 days. For the next few days they appeared like ghosts at feeding time, then took off once they had finished eating.  But gradually they inched their way closer.  Now, 18 days later, they begrudgingly allow Geronimo to get within a few feet of them while they graze.  We might finally be achieving peace in the pasture.

Or not.  Moe seeks his revenge on the llamas.  I’ve found the llamas cornered in the stall, the doorway blocked by a donkey, one too many times for it to be a coincidence.

Power to the donkey.

Blogging my way from A to Z as part of the 2016 April A to Z Challenge!  My theme for this year:  Llama mama.  P for Peace.