Black Rose likes Lamas - and it just happens that Sunday we were on the wrong road and found this fella.
The GPS goes by the 'crow flies' and the crow said 8 miles through those trees. He was 'sitting' like this when we stopped for directions. By the time I was heading back to the truck, he was blocking the steps. So, I walked across and promptly sat down on floor at the side of the people's deck and scooted my bum off and then walked to the truck. The people weren't home, and the Lama nor horses were very helpful. But then.........................we turned back and went the other way.
The truck looks like a Tonka Toy.
One in the distance.
AWESOME - my jaw is still on the ground.
