That's right. You heard me correctly. Llamas, my friends. Who doesn't love a llama, especially a cute, fuzzy little baby? Maybe I should start at the beginning though.
It all began this afternoon, while helping some fellow Judson girls print shirts for their upcoming trip to New York (they turned out wonderfully by the way). Sarah Elizabeth offered to take me down to the place she boards her horse at, where they also, to my great glee, have a baby llama. The cuteness, the fuzziness, the buck teeth!
Also, ducks. Even better, ducks paddling in little ponds and walking in a line. I need to move to a farm where I can have ducks, oh... tomorrow.
I learned something new about llamas today as well. I never realized how protective father llamas were over their young. While we were there, we witness Papa Llama (pictured above) chase off another male who could have been a threat to that adorable little fellow (also pictured above). While I might feel sorry for the other male (who Sarah and I refer to as Uncle Llama) I was amazed to see an animal who had, not five minutes ealier, been peacefully grazing and nuzzling with the baby switch into all-out warrior mode. It was actually a little terrifying.
Moral of the story: don't threaten a baby llama - ever.
"That's right. Papa's got my back. You just stay on your side of the fence, bub."
And mama llama, well, she likes grass, and her baby.