Over the last couple of days, we have completed the erection and roofing of the heath robinson architectural folly henceforth to be known as ‘The Field Shelter’.
After a beautifully warm and sunny Sunday, we decided not to bother putting the sides on the field shelter, thinking that the llamas could benefit from the shade of the roof, and enjoy the cooling breeze from the side.
Sunday night, we had the Mother of All Storms, with torrential rain, sideways hail, and cold westerly winds. After 30 minutes of imagining a sodden baby llama dying from windchill on her 5th day, we drove up to the field in the dark, with a Very Big Torch, to check the llamas were all safe and sound, and somehow kushed down out of the worst of the weather.
Of course they were. We returned (colder and wetter than the llamas) to a fitful night of further worry, and determined to fix the back and sides on the field shelter the next day.
In the morning, the llamas were all looking rather bedraggled (and a bit muddy) but fine, and although the baby wasn’t looking white and fluffy, she was clearly as healthy and bouncy as ever.