Correlations Between Owning Llamas and Burning Calories

Forget the gym. Try llamas. The llamas have done it again! Having escaped three days ago, I assumed they were grazing the rich forested area on the southern part of our land. Not so! I found them today, by chance, across the road, behind the fence of a huge section of land that I have yet to explore. I have no idea how they got there, there must be a hole in that fence somewhere and now I've created another one trying to get them out. (with apologies to the landowner, I'll fix it as soon as I get them out!)

I managed to coax the two young geldings back home with a lot of running and dodging on my part and a big bucket of rolled oats, but my mama and her baby are still being stubborn and I'm afraid they're going to be coyote bait if I don't get them out of there soon!

I attempted a second rescue mission just two minutes ago in the pouring rain but the mission was thwarted and I have resigned myself to leaving them in the great wild beyond for one more night.

In moments like these, I really wish I had my own horse, just throw on a halter and gii-up! It would sure beat trying to outrun them on foot. I'll take it as a sign and maybe check the papers tomorrow (ha ha David just kidding).

Llamas are supposed to be good gaurd animals, however, a mother by herself and her baby don't make a great team in my opinion and I think one of the reasons they are being to flighty is because they have met some wildlife already and are all freaked out.

I've been learning here in my life on the farm true practice of the Serenity Prayer. Accept the things I cannot change. Change the things I cannot accept. And the wisdom to know the difference.

Despite the fact that I truely believe I am doing the best I can, many, many, many things go wrong, I make many mistakes, and fall short in many ways. But here in the midst of it all, (somewhere) lies Serenity. (Bringiton!)

P.S. Number of days living in mud hut (my endearing name for trashy trailer) with no hot water: 82