Our llama. Our best guard guy. Died yesterday morning, due to what, I am not sure. Possibly old age. He was 16 and was slowing down a bit, but we didn’t see any symptoms in him.
I went out yesterday morning to do chores and found Jingle the Donkey on the other side of the fence, bent over with her muzzle to the fence line right where Zorro had fallen over. And there he was. So my husband got him buried, and we are now without our sweet Zorro the Llama.
RIP Zorro, we will surely and definitely miss you and your sweet ways with the kids, the lambs, and with all of us humans. As well as your awesome skills in keeping the coyotes away.