"Come look! A big sheep with loooong legs is coming down the road!" our little Amish neighbor boy announced. With our neighbor on horseback and a little effort, we got the unusual creature into our pasture. We cut the rope from his neck since it was wrapped around his dirty, matted neck and legs.
We called the sheriff, the area veterinary clinics, and the radio station, and everyone responded, "You found what?" The next day as we were coming home from church we saw the llama slipping through the fence. We herded it into another field and closed the gate.
And then the owners came by. Apparently they had been gone over the weekend, and their daughter had heard the announcement on the radio saying a llama had been found.
Good-bye, llama!
One week later:
10:05 p.m. Ring-ring.
"Hello?"
"This is the sheriff's department...Do you own a llama? There is one wandering around on the highway."
"No..."
But of course we went out and helped. I followed llama around in the field--up and down, up and down, with him leading the way, never letting me get close enough to grab his halter--until I finally realized that he was just like a dear in my headlights when I put the flashlight in his eyes, which allowed me to grab his halter. We walked home without any more resistance, although any noise or even the flick of my flashlight was enough to make him stop and look cautiously around. He seemed gentle and docile.
The owners came the next morning while we were in church.
And hopefully that is the last of my llama adventures!
I wonder what the donkeys would think of a llama added to their yard...ya think?