Rewards for Mucking Out

Okay, so I occasionally whine about the llamas making a terrible mess in the barn.  No sooner do we fork the manure into the wheelbarrow, get it cleaned away  and cover the floor with new straw  and there will be a queue of llamas waiting to mark their territory once...
In Too Deep

In Too Deep

My humour-sense alerts me to potential failure when the snow reaches a depth of about  three feet, especially, if it has snowed every day for the previous two weeks and my back is grumbling about having to clear the pathways yet again.   I expect that the llamas feel...
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