She stood there, holding Winston in her arms, and watched the llamas and sheep graze. One of the white animals stepped from the group. Erin immediately realized the ewe was pregnant. She smiled. “Ah, a lamb will be born!”
At that moment, the door to a nearby shed opened and closed. Erin looked to her right and saw Mike placing the padlock on the small barn-like green building. He glanced over, saw her, smiled, and waved. She returned his smile and nodded at him, unable to wave due to the small dog cradled in her arms. Mike walked over.
“You’re working late,” Erin commented.
He nodded. “Getting ready for the group of dogs that will arrive in a few days. I needed to check on the vaccines, making sure we have enough.”
“And do you?”
He nodded again. “For the dogs. I’ll need to get more rabies vaccine for the cats that arrive at the end of the week.” He looked at the sheep and llamas. “What do you think of this group of livestock?”
“I’m surprised to see llamas. They’re former research animals also?”
Mike shook his head. “No. One of the neighboring ranches had them and gave them to us. Llamas are great protectors of sheep and when we started getting sheep last year, he helped us out.”
“He didn’t need them for his stock?”
“He has other llamas. These two are getting older. Jet, the black one, is fifteen, and Chip, the spotted one, is close to twenty. Mr. Bellingham, the rancher, has younger ones as he needs them on a regular basis. We don’t always have sheep, so when we do, these guys have a job in addition to being grass mowers.”
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