The Tale:
Once upon a time, a knitter was making her way to work for the second half of her day. As she waited at an intersection for her opportunity to make a left turn, a big bad wienie failed to notice the knitter innocently stopped in the turning lane and slammed into her with nary even a screech of the brakes.
The knitter was very nice about the collision (honest to goodness! I really was!). After all, what does screaming do other than increase tension? Besides, the way the population triples (yes really) with the arrival of the snowbirds, that's become a busier intersection than we're used to . . . making it rather dangerous. The big bad wienie told the insurance people that the knitter "came out of nowhere" (the knitter would have had to, as there's quite literally nowhere, other than the direction the big bad wienie came from, to come from in that part of the intersection) and somehow caused the collision. *shrug* She's lying, and the truth will out.
The Tails:
Our intrepid knitter had to travel to Plant City today (a journey that later proved entirely unnecessary, but that's neither here nor there) and on her way back, spotted this:
Yeppers, that's a ummmm, herd? of llamas. I think. Alpacas all have hair in their eyes right?
About another 20 minutes down the road, I snagged an opportunity to take a picture of these guys:
First spotted a week or so ago . . . on the route I take to get to/from work four times a day!
However, these guys are clearly not petting zoo sheep or maybe it's just that they spotted and feared the wool-lust in my eyes . . . as you can see:
If you look closely, you can see that the whole flock is headed for the hills.
Incidentally, just what do you call a gang of llamas anyways?
1 comment:
Great pictures! I think a group of llamas really is a herd but I say, mix it up. Hear, flock, school, gaggle, litter, gang, whatever. That's a knitter's perrogative, right? : )
I hope you are alright from your accident.
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