With help from The Gus.
He looked, and looked some more.
Wait a sec Mom!
I'm on it!
Here, Mom! Right here!
Uh, Gus. That is not looking much like a llama.
Mom! Over here. Hurry! Mom!
Um, Gus. I wonder if you might be on a mouse trail?
sigh. a dog tries to help....
We looked some more. We checked the upper east pasture. We came down. We looked by the river. We thought we might be seeing a track. Into the west meadow. A shape with wiggly ears on the far side of the trees.
munch, munch. hmmmmm.
Rosie. Look at you! You are a mess! There are leaves all over you. What's on earth....
Tree leaf camo. mmhhmm. Makes me invisible. Horse can't find me.
Rosie, we are going to have to brush all that junk out of your coat eventually.
Hrmmmrm! Catch me if you can! Hmmmmham.
I have one
turns her back on me! Something about a really tasty bit of leaf over there..
And here I've been thinking she had become a midnight snack for a bunch of rowdy, flea bitten, bad mannered coyotes!
No, last I looked she wasn't home. sigh.