ITS A GIRL and 29.8 pounds. True to form, Tess hangs around, getting fatter and fatter with each passing day, and then she decides to go into labor. Now with Tess labor is very much a "hi there, in case you haven't noticed, I am pregnant, and in case you have noticed I am not in labor!" Well she may be in labor, but it's not her first. She looks over her shoulder, sees a nose and toes, and sticks her head right back into the hay feeder. With each contraction, she does give those of us who are major worry worts, a slight pause, but honestly, that is all it is, a slight pause. Well the wind is howling, the rain in coming sideways and it's 45 degrees outside. All is going the way it is suposed to, and finishes the way it is supposed to. The baby hits the ground, I scramble to do all things worry wort humans are supposed to do, and before I can even pile up all the towels used to dry this baby off, a HUGE limb falls out of the maple tree not much more than feet from where the baby is born, so that is where we have the "Storm" part of her name. Within ONE HOUR, this baby is up, and not just up, but up and blowing and going AND NURSING. No, not just trying to nurser, but full blown, lip smacking, milk mustache nursing. And so, Roads End Llamas brings you STORM RUNNER (Chilean Countess x Bitter Creeks's Buckskin). PS. I have updated the narrative of this blog, and as of today, Sunday May 23, 2010 Storm is now a hugely robust 34.5 pounds and growing.
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