Llamas Anyone?

Take a walk along the dam, look over the fence, and you'll probably see these guys munching away in the lower pasture.  They don't belong to us, but we let our neighbor graze them there. 



I suppose it's a little odd to have llamas in the backyard, but they really are pretty humdrum creatures.  Running into them is exciting for about one nano-second.  Then one waits for them to do something interesting.  But they don't.  They just slowly chew their cuds and stare in a slow-motion, sneering sort of way. 

OK, one fascinating thing about llamas is that they have areas of the pasture that they've obviously set aside as their personal potty places.  Unlike every other animal around here (not counting ourselves) who spread their poop out far and wide, llamas are anal (literally) about only doing their business in very specific spots.  In the middle of an open area will be a small, but impressive mound of black, shiny pellets.  When Mr. Llama feels a call of nature, he'll hurry over to the nearest mound, back up to it and take a hearty dump.  And thus, through this regular raining of pellets day after day, the mounds grow slowly taller. 

Llama poo looks to be potent stuff.  I'm thinking of asking Bruce to take the tractor down and bring up some scoops of the stuff for the compost heap.  But now I'm rethinking this.  I want to see how tall those mounds can get.  Such a dilemma.

I know you must be vastly curious to see the monuments that these two llamas have created.  Pictures to follow soon...
Never a dull moment around here.