Llama Mischief

When I let the flock out after work (the part of the flock I managed to lock up before leaving for work - the rest were hiding in the fog and I couldn't find them) I thought I had some time to do other chores before driving up the hill to babysit. Weellll, look who I saw leading the pack of runaways. Chris looked at me like, Who? Me? What did I do? I got them running back to where they are supposed to graze, and they were perfectly happy. The grass is always greener across the road.