Picture that scene at the end of The Flintstones when the bird squawks and Fred is done with work for the day. His joy takes him through jumps and flips and slides down dinosaur tails. That’s me on Saturdays. No blogging here, other than me posting a simple, unedited photo from my smartphone.
Today’s photo is a glimpse into the horrified face of a llama. Well, I’m just assuming he was horrified. When I met him, he was crowded into his pen by little children high on the spoils of the massive Easter egg hunt that had played out a few yards away. My own kids were just as hyper, and overly enthusiastic to lay hands all over this guy. It probably didn’t help that I had a smartphone just inches away from his face. But I must say, he behaved like a gentleman throughout.