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Callanish' Diary – 12-04-07

 

 

The female llamas here at Old King Street Farm are a bit baffled.  We are ready to become mothers and assumed all along the male llamas here at the farm would be the fathers.  But we were wrong.  Apparently Ringsbury, Silbury, Avebury, Brodgar and Stenness will never be fathers, so our people are on the hunt for male llamas who could father our young.  We are due to go on a trip away to meet some males soon.  All very interesting….

The yard has been re-organised and the trailer we travel around in has been pulled to the centre.  It’s doors are left open in good weather and a hay net is put inside it.  Do you know, I think the two legs are trying to get us to happily go into the trailer!  Very sneaky.  It so happens, we don’t have a problem doing this (don't tell them I said so) and the bribe is great.

Our people have a constant battle with each other about where we are meant to go on the farm.  I don’t mean which field we should be in, or where we’ll be grazing next week.  No, the issue is that she (gentle female) lets us into their buildings a bit more than he (grumpy so-and-so) would like.  The other day, I’d just left the rather meaty dung-pile when I spotted an open door.  She’d left it open deliberately (splendid idea).  He was engrossed in work, and didn’t notice when I strolled in with my dirty feet.  Brodgar and Tenbury Wells also bundled into the carpeted offices and seven other llamas were queuing up behind.  ‘Oi’, he shouts, and we turn tail and bundle out again.  Some people have no sense of adventure.

Once, when he wasn’t looking she let us in and we strolled around.  In fact, eight of us got into their tiny kitchen, and tap danced around.  We love the sound our feet make on a different surface and having a good clatter around in the trailer or on the floor is great.

What’s been happening here?  Well, we’ve had a busy Easter with a couple of groups of people here to look at us, and to walk the boys.  After the two legs’ guests had got out of bed and breakfast was finished (both theirs and ours) the five boys were haltered and taken off for a lovely llama trek on Herefordshire’s finest common – Ewyas Harold Common.  I hear that Brodgar was a bit naughty (again!) and whilst walking would sometimes walk off in a circle around his person.  He did this 10 or 15 times in a row and then calmed down.  Strange llama!  I now hear that Brodgar is due for more intensive training.  They say it’s the smarter llamas that have the naughty streak, but I don’t have that problem.  I say it’s because I’m good natured, but I overheard them say that I’m a bit stupid.  Cheek!  Well, our people can be as rude about me as they like, but I know they’ll miss me whilst I’m away.  (And I’ll miss them and the rest of the herd too).

So, I might not be in touch for a little while as I’m off on my Spring hols.  When I come back I hope to be pregnant and I’ll let you know more then.

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