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The second most frequently asked question we get, after “do llamas spit?”, is “What is the difference between a llama and an alpaca?” I’ll admit, to the untrained eye, it can be difficult to tell, but the number one giveaway is the ears. Llamas have very long, “banana shaped” ears, and alpacas have shorter, spear shaped ears, similar to a fox.

llama vs alpaca. jpg

The second giveaway is the size, but unless you see them side by side, it may not be so obvious to the newbie. Llamas are almost twice the size of an alpaca, averaging around 6 feet tall at the ears, whereas alpacas come in at about 5 feet. And llamas weigh between 250-350 pounds, with alpacas weighing in at only 100 – 175 pounds.

Other differences that you will notice are in the body shape. Llamas have a flat back or “top line” which makes them very good for carrying a pack. Their tails are set right off the end of their backs, whereas alpacas’ tails are sloped down from their backs. From the side, the llama has a longer face, a very noble profile, where the alpaca’s nose is very short and compact.

Llamas generally don’t have a lot of hair on their faces, but alpacas have a puffball face, much like a dandelion ball. The llama has a very coarse outer coat over a softer inner coat – as opposed to the alpaca, which has a very fine, single coated fleece.

As far as personality goes, there is a big difference of opinion. Llama owners say that llamas have the best personality, and alpaca owners think that alpacas are the best. But most are in general agreement that llamas are more independent and confident, making them easy to bond with. Whereas alpacas are shy and timid. Alpacas are very much herd animals and like to be with their herdmates.

But it is undeniable that both llamas and alpacas are very intelligent, easily trained, gentle and curious.

So to sum it up

table

So now you know the difference and you won’t embarrass yourself by yelling out “look there’s an alpaca” the next time you see a llama.

And for those of you who have asked us if our llamas are emus, you should be embarrassed. Please see below. ‘Nuff said.

emu vs llama

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The number one most often asked question about llamas is “Do they really spit?” For the answer, we went directly to the source. So, from the llama’s mouth, this is an excerpt from our popular llama advice column.

Dear Domino

Dear Domino, Do llamas spit?

You know, everyone always asks me this question. I’m starting to fear we llamas are getting a bad reputation. Yes, llamas do spit. It’s perfectly natural. It’s how we establish rank within the herd, meaning who gets to the food dish first. Lady llamas often spit to ward off an unwanted suitor. Spitting is also a very effective way to discipline our crias (baby llamas), and we spit to express fear or discomfort.

Spitting is how we communicate with one another. “So what are you trying to say” you might ask. Some examples are:

“Move over, you’re in my space.”
“Hey, that’s my food, back off.”
“I rank higher than you do.”
“Quit sniffing my tail”
“Quit flirting with me, I’m not interested in your advances.”
“Oww! That lady just gave me a shot. I can’t spit at her, so I’ll spit at you instead.”

Llamas do not usually spit at humans. Some of us, unfortunately, have been raised in petting zoos, where we are only around humans all day. These llamas view people as other llamas and may spit at a person that invades their space.

We llamas usually give some kind of warning before we spit. First we’ll lay back our ears. If this doesn’t make the point, we’ll pin back our ears very tightly and point our noses straight up in the air. As a final warning, we will spit in the air. Finally, we will spit directly at the llama or person that’s offending us.

There are several kinds of spit. First, there is the grain spit. This is usually used to settle arguments over food. We just spit what we have in our mouths—usually dry grain. Then there is the saliva spit which is often a warning before the big green spit. The really serious spit is when we bring up the contents of our stomach and spit a foul smelling green spray.

The smell is offensive both to the spitter as well as the spittee, after which both will hang their mouths open for several minutes in order to air out the taste and odor. A llama can spit with dead aim for a distance of 10 to 15 feet. This is my buddy, Santiago, reminding us that he gets first pick of the food dishes.

Preparing-to-spit

I’ll be the first to admit that spitting isn’t one of the most endearing behaviors of llamas to people, but on the other hand, it’s a pretty cool way to settle disputes. No biting, kicking, or punches to the face. Don’t you agree? After being spit on by a llama, you won’t need a bandage, but you might need a bath.

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Days and days of single digit temperatures can be very taxing on all of us, but especially those of us who have animals and livestock that depend on us for their care, comfort, and wellbeing. We’ve raised llamas for over 13 years now and have never had a winter like this one. We thought we had planned well for the vagaries of a Virginia winter, but Mother Nature is a scamp and likes to keep us on our toes by throwing new challenges our way.

Our first winter with the llamas we had a 36 inch snow. It was up to the llamas’ bellies and they would not venture out of the barn. Well, think about it…..would you? We had a 6 foot snow blower that fit onto the PTO of our tractor, so ‘Road Warrior’ cleared a loop around the pasture so the llamas had a place to walk. It took about a month for that snow to melt, and for weeks, the llamas walked in endless circles around the llama loop.

Llama Loop

Then there was the winter that we had a 30 inch blizzard and lost power for 5 days. Of course, our portable generator went belly up and when you’re on a well, no power means no water. Not to mention, no heat. We had the fireplace and a Kerosun heater that we carried from room to room. For water for the llamas, we melted snow in a stew pot on top of the Kerosun. And this isn’t Murphy’s Law, it is THE LAW OF LIFE. If you wait to buy something until you really need it, it will be sold out. No generators, No portable heaters, No bottled water, No lamp oil, No batteries. It got so chilly in the kitchen that we opened the fridge door to keep the food cold.

Jesse

This year has been COLD. POLAR COLD. We had a burst pipe in the garage, but no major damage. Remember THE LAW OF LIFE? When you really need a plumber, they will be busy. Luckily we have a regular plumber and he squoze in a minute to come put a temporary cap on the pipe so we could have our water back.

It has been so consistently COLD that our freezeless self-draining barn hydrant froze. We went to Lowes to get some electrical heat tape, but there was that old LAW OF LIFE again. They couldn’t get it in and no one had any for miles around. So we took stock of what we had on hand and came up with this ingenious solution.

hydrant heater

Within an hour the pipe was clear and we had water once again.

They are predicting another Arctic blast for the next three days, so today I have been searching for outdoor weatherproof heaters in the hopes of keeping our sweet peacock, Farina, warm. But needless to say……..

Farina on rail

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snow painting

Sometimes you find treasures where you least expect them. Yesterday, as I was sitting in front of the fire, cuddled in my new comfy Christmas throw, and sipping a cup of hot spiced tea, I was just finishing the last few pages of my other Christmas present, the latest Stephen King novel, “Doctor Sleep”.

I was attempting to obliterate the view from the front window: the remains of the weekend’s snow, melting with the help of a steady drizzle and a bone chilling wind…and postponing the inevitable slog down to the barn to feed the llamas. With breathless anticipation, I was ravenously devouring the last few chapters.

And in the midst of all the ghosts and gore and nail biting imageries of the ultimate battle between good and evil I found this little gem, sitting right in the middle of a page. Stephen King attributes this to the poet Ezra Pound.

“Raineth drop and staineth slop,
and how the wind doth ram!
Skiddeth bus and sloppest us,
damn you, sing goddam.”

The suspense was broken, I was laughing out loud. What a perfect antidote for a perfectly miserable day.

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What can be more tedious than the parent or grandparent that constantly boasts about the achievements and genius of their progeny? Perhaps someone that talks incessantly about the brilliance and accomplishments of their dog. However, I DO have the cutest and most intelligent puppy on earth, so I am completely vindicated.

Bayley turns 6 months old today. I won’t go into all of her amazing accomplishments here. Just suffice it to say, that after completing basic Puppy obedience Levels 1 and 2, her instructor exempted her from Adult Level 1 and promoted her directly to Adult Level 2. Bayley is always selected to be the demo dog when the teacher wants to demonstrate a behavior.

At 6 months, she’s entering puppy adolescence, the equivalent of the human teen years. I’ve been warned that she may start to get hard headed: not coming when called, not doing what she is told. She may not want to be seen walking next to us and will probably start playing virtual Frisbee on the Xbox.

She’s already changed the spelling of her name. We thought we had chosen a rather unique name for her and originally spelled it Baylie. It must be the season for the name regardless of the spelling: Bailey, Bailie, Bailee, Balie, Bayleigh…. There are several dogs we have met with that name. In fact, a male lab puppy in her obedience class was named Bailey. She wanted to be distinctive, so she decided to spell her name Bayley. So typical of young girls at that age.

It’s amazing what dogs learn from one another, both good and bad. Bayley has a 7 year old Bearded Collie sister who is remarkably calm and well behaved.

Bayley thinks that Mayzie hung the moon. From her, Bayley has learned much more about what is expected of a good dog in this household than I could have ever taught her. On the other hand, Mayzie has also taught Bayley that the vacuum cleaner is a fearsome fire breathing dragon, and to hide in a corner whenever it starts to roar.

In the four months that Bayley has lived with us, our daily barn ritual is a constant. Twice a day, I walk down the road with both dogs to the barn to take care of the llamas.

Mayzie will come inside the pasture fence and lie down by the gate and wait for me to do my chores. Bayley, my little shadow, will follow me around as I put out the hay, fill water buckets, and rake up poop, which takes me about a half hour. All the while, Mayzie waits patiently by the gate.

Last week, after obedience class, I returned home with Bayley in the car at llama feeding time. We drove straight down to the barn, leaving Mayzie in the house. Bayley initially didn’t want to get out of the car because Mayzie wasn’t along, and this is a team effort. I left the car door open and went about my work. A few minutes later I looked around to see if Bayley had gotten out of the car. Scanning around, I spied her lying by the gate right in Mayzie’s spot. I imagine she was thinking that guarding that gate was an important job, and since Mayzie wasn’t there to do it, she would have to step up to the task. Oh, to spend a day in my dog’s head.

Bayley's Brain

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We got the llamas sheared, finally. It is always a daunting task cause it’s dirty and tiring work. It takes up about 1 ½ hours per llama to blow, brush and style and we have 8 llamas. It has been a strange spring. Early March we had 80 degree days, so we scheduled our first shearing day for the first weekend in April. That week the temps plummeted to below freezing at night, and we were afraid some of the lighter coated boys would get chilly. So we did four of the heavy wool guys first, and yesterday, finished up with the other four. Here are a couple of before and after shots of the llamas.

I think they look pretty good, if I do say so myself.

Before and After Shearing

We counted up the years, and were astounded that we have now sheared the llamas for the 10th year. Hard to believe how the years zoom by. The llamas get an annual body cut to cool them down in the summer. I cut them with Fiskers spring loaded scissors. I’ve never used an electric clipper as I don’t like the close cut and the furrowed look. The scissors take longer, but give me more control and finesse.

You’d think that with all the hours I have under my belt shearing llamas, I would have more confidence to jump in and start shearing my new goldendoodle puppy, Bayley.  Bayley has just turned 5 months. I’m not sure when to start the clipping. So far, she is brushing out with no mats, and her hair is about 3 inches. I’m thinking I’ll wait until she becomes too difficult to brush and just let it grow in the meantime. It’s gotten cooler here in the last couple of weeks, back to more normal temps in the 50s and 60s. If she looks like she’s too hot, I’ll have to jump on in.

I’d like to do the clipping myself, rather than risk being totally dissatisfied with what the groomer may do. But I know nothing of electric shears, and I’m planning to do her with scissors. I just start to hyperventilate whenever I think about putting scissors to her hair.  But, I’ve always heard that the difference between a bad haircut and a good haircut is about 2 weeks.

Bayley at 5 1/2 months old

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Well, at least up to two!

5 years ago we had fat llamas, a common affliction of llamas in the United States. You see, llamas originated in the Alto Plano of South America where vegetation is sparse.


Llamas on the Alto Plano
Photo courtesy of dreamstime.com

By necessity, they evolved to have a highly efficient digestive system and a genetically induced compulsion to eat whenever they see food. Then—bring them to the Southeast United States where grass grows an inch a day, and what to you get?—Fat llamas.

It does seem contrary to common logic that an animal can get fat on grass. After all, when we go on a diet, what do we eat? Salad!

So after having llamas for 5 years and allowing them to free graze on our lush pastures day in and day out, we finally realized that we had a problem and needed to take action. The average ideal weight for our llamas is about 325 pounds. They were as much as 100 pounds overweight. That’s 30% too much. Think of a 120 pound woman that gains 30% of her weight. She now weighs 160 pounds. Not a pretty sight, and more importantly, not healthy.

So our solution was to fence in a ½ acre paddock beside the barn that was wooded and had no grass. There, we could control their feed; measure out their hay and monitor their weight. We named the paddock “The South Beach”, for the popular diet craze of the time. For one full year, the llamas lived in the barn and South Beach. Each week we would weigh them and adjust their hay portions so that they maintained a weight loss of 3-4 pounds a week. Finally, success! We had fit llamas rather than fat llamas. They looked healthier and felt better. They frisked on the fields, and trotted on the trails.

But the hardest part of any diet is the afterglow; that time when your goal has been met and the diet is done. How to keep the weight off? We couldn’t just throw them back out on the pastures. In no time, they would blow up again. So we devised a maintenance plan to rotate llamas on and off the grass and limit their time on the pasture depending on their needs. As with people, llamas have different metabolisms. We have a couple of llamas that are high energy and don’t tend to gain weight, and then we have a couple that can gain weight eating air.

So the pattern soon emerged that I would let two llamas out on the grass each morning and bring them in late afternoon. The pairing changes daily and I am now quite adept at cutting out the llamas that I want to go out. I bring the llamas into the barn to eat their grain while I scatter out their measured hay in the paddock. The side door of the barn leads to the South Beach, and the front door opens to the greener pastures. I open the side door to the South Beach, and as the llamas are jockeying for position to get out the door, I use hand signals to guide a llama to the front door and release him.

Barn and the Southbeach

This is a photo of our October snow from last week. You can see the Southbeach to the right of the barn.

The llama, currently known as Prince, has figured out how to play the system. While all the other llamas dash out to the South Beach to claim a pile of hay, Prince hangs back, eternally hopeful that today will be his day. He used to hang back until he was the last llama in the barn and I had to shoo him out, but I have noticed lately that he has started counting. He knows that I am only going to let two llamas out, and he hangs behind until I have released the second llama out the front door. As soon as he sees the 2nd llama go out the front door to the pasture, he knows that’s it, and he quickly dashes into the fray so as not to be the last llama out the door to the South Beach to claim a pile of hay.

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The photo says it all. IT’S TOO EARLY, DAMMIT!

8 inches of the wettest, heaviest snow possible fell on October 29. Last Saturday, we enjoyed a llama hike in the Shenandoah Valley and the leaves were at their most perfect.

 

Had this snow happened 30 days from now, it would have been a non event. But the leaves on the trees were great snow collectors, causing huge, beautiful trees to break under the weight. We were very fortunate in that we didn’t have any big damage. But we were diligent. During the height of the storm, after about 6 inches had already fallen, we spent 3 hours walking around our 20 acre property, shaking the snow off all the trees that we could budge. Our  dogwoods and newly planted birches and willows were bent to the ground, but after we unburdened them of their load, they popped right back up.

Morning Coffee with Mayzie

Despite losing power for 8 hours, the snow was quite beautiful. Even as it fell, the temperatures were above freezing, so it was melting and falling at the same time.

Sublimation

Sublimation “The process of changing from a solid to a gas without passing through an intermediate liquid phase”. Quite eerie, and appropriate for the Halloween weekend, the melting snow creates a fog over the pastures.

Crop Circles in the Snow

Even with 8 inches of snow on the ground, the mowing tracks are still visible.

Serving Breakfast

Yea! Hay!

Frosted Flakes for Breakfast

I layed out flakes of hay on top of the snow since there wasn’t any grass visible. The llamas were quite non-plussed when they stepped out into the snow, but soon spyed the hay and so starts a new day.

Frost on Leaves

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It’s hay stacking time again. Every year, we look forward with increased loathing to the semiannual hay delivery for our llamas. We’ve determined over recent years, that they are going to eat 200 bales during the course of a year. Our loft will only hold about 100 bales, so we have our local hay farmer deliver us 100 bales in late summer when he does his 2nd cut, and he holds another 100 bales for us until we need more mid winter. We are very fortunate to have such a great source of hay just up the road a couple of miles. He will pull the hay wagon with his tractor down to our barn, and leave the wagon by the back gate. It is up to us to unload the wagon and stack it in the barn.

The distance from the gate to the loft stairs is about 50 feet. Then 10 stair steps up to the loft. With each passing year, the steps get longer, and the hay bales get heavier. We are trying to minimize the effort and make this job easier. Dear Husband and I do all this ourselves. DH takes the hay off the wagon (stacked about 9 feet high) and climbs off the wagon and carries it across the barnyard and up the steps. I stack it neatly in the loft. Last year we sprung for a hay elevator. It’s basically a conveyer belt that runs the hay up the steps and spits it out at the door to the loft.

This has been a great labor saving device, as climbing stairs with a 50 pound bale of hay over 100 times is a killer. Next, we purchased a flat garden cart so that DH can wheel the hay from the wagon to the elevator. It’s helped his job out by 50% but I’m still lifting and stacking each bale in the loft. It’s the age old inequity in job compensation between men and women.

It just so happened that dear friends were coming out to spend the weekend with us when our hay guy called and said he had 101 bales of hay on the wagon ready for delivery. Our friends had generously offered to help with farm chores, so we decided to covertly take them up on their proposal. We didn’t want to scare them off before they even got there. So I surreptitiously told them to bring some jeans and work gloves, and left it at that. They were great. We actually had a lot of fun shuttling that hay around. We got an assembly line organized; one person pulling the hay off the wagon and dropping it on the cart,

one person pulling the cart from the wagon to the bottom of the elevator, and 2 people in the loft catching the bales and stacking them.

In a little less than an hour, we had stacked all 101 bales of hay, each bale eliciting a silent “damn.”

We congratulated ourselves on a free workout, no gym fees involved. We had each lifted over 2 tons of hay by the time it was done.

So our progression of labor saving devices has grown from 1) the hay elevator, 2) the garden cart, and 3) a couple of unsuspecting friends invited for the weekend. (All kidding aside, infinite thanks to our great friends for their help).

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Llamas on the Trail

“How in the world did you ever decide to get llamas in the first place?” We hear this from almost every group of people that come on one of our hikes. This past weekend marked the last llama trek for the spring season. As the summers here in Virginia are too hot and humid for the comfort of the llamas, we do not hike during the months of June, July, and August. We lucked out on Sunday and had perfect weather as well as a great group of thirty somethings that had driven out from the DC area for a relaxing day of hiking and lunching with our llamas. This is how it all started….

Stepping Stones and Stumbling Blocks
How We Started a Llama Trekking Business

“Quirky Getaway”.–That’s how Jim Yenckel, the Mid Atlantic Travel Expert, described Twin Creeks Llama Treks on a weekly edition of NPR’s Metro Connection. I think most of our friends and family would agree with that description. When we first broke the news that we were buying llamas and were going to start a hiking business, our friends would smile a blank smile and nod vacantly, as if to humor the mentally unstable. Those who have come to visit and have experienced the gentle nature of the llamas and the pleasure of their company on a hike have come around to our way of thinking. But I’m sure most of our acquaintances still inwardly think of us as “quirky”. But that’s OK with us, ‘cause we’re having a ball.

The question we’re inevitably asked, (that is, of course, after “Do they really spit?”), is “How did you ever decide to get into llama trekking?” There is no clear answer to that question, because it is not something we ever planned to do—it just sort of evolved—like serendipity.

After spending 24 years in the Air Force, Tim retired and took a job in Northern VA. As we were living in Southern MD at the time, and hating life on the beltway, we decided to buy our dream getaway in the mountains of the Shenandoah Valley. Well, that’s not quite true, because, again, we never planned to do this. We drove out to the valley on a 3 day Valentine’s Day weekend in 1998, and, on a whim, dropped into a local realty office just to check out prices for the area. We described our idea of the perfect piece of property, (several acres, pasture, woods, mountain views, a stream), and when the agent drove us out to see a piece property that was for sale, and it was 100% what we had envisioned, we bought it on the spot.

We had always thought we would someday like to have horses, but when we settled in and started thinking along those lines, I was afraid that horses were more demanding and expensive to maintain than I was prepared for. But we wanted some kind of livestock to make use of our pasture. I certainly wasn’t going to raise anything that was ever going to end up on someone’s dinner plate, and after months of research it seemed like llamas would be the perfect additions to our family. The next dilemma was what we would do with them. Again, serendipitously, I read an article about llama picnic hikes and thought that might be just the ticket. Here we were living in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains—and we love hiking and meeting people—and we’re, well, sort of “quirky”.

Tim was coming up on his 50th birthday, so I planned a surprise trip with a group of our close friends to go to NC and take a llama trek. We loved the experience—the llamas were so captivating and cute and added a whole new dimension to the adventure of hiking. So the decision was made to go forward.

The next hurdle was finding the right llamas. It would have been ideal to buy llamas that were already pack trained and trail wise, but we would have had to travel some distance to find them. It was important to us, as new llama folks, to buy our llamas from a farm close by, from people who could mentor us and offer us support. We also wanted to find llamas that had the right temperament, were trained to lead, and easily handled. We found the perfect match with Laurie and Harry Molin of Shangrila Farms in Callaway, VA, who sold us 3 llamas, and Nancy Sottosanti of Persimmon Hill Llamas in Luray, VA who sold us our 4th boy. Over the next few years, we added 4 additional boys to our pack string. We have been very pleased with our selection of llamas. They all were easily trained to carry a pack and all are very enthusiastic about going on hikes.

We faced several hurdles during our first year, but the biggest was negotiating with park authorities to get permits to use public lands. We were hoping to use the trails at the Shenandoah River State Park as it was only 5 miles from our farm and the park had beautifully maintained trails. I think it was a bit of a shock to everyone we spoke to in the Virginia State Parks system, as no one had ever asked about admitting llamas into the parks before. I think this actually worked to our advantage in the long run, because there wasn’t an existing policy regarding llamas. I remember my first conversation with the state director. He was immediately intrigued by the idea of people hiking with llamas in the parks, but didn’t have any guidelines as to rules and regulations. He mused for a moment and said, “Well, if you walk them on a lead, maybe we should treat them more like dogs than horses”. To my knowledge, most areas that are public lands treat llamas as pack stock and restrict them to the trails that are open to horses. The state park, however, was concerned about llamas sharing trails with horses, as they had recently opened a riding stable on the premises, and were concerned with the liability presented by horses spooking at the sight of a llama.

In dealing with a bureaucracy, persistence and patience are definite virtues. After a year of calling and nudging, they finally agreed to a meeting to be attended by the State Director, the Regional Director, the Park Manager, the owners of the horse stables, ourselves, and our llamas. We loaded up our 2 best boys and took them over to the park. The meeting was held in a wooded picnic area. We tied the llamas to adjacent trees a few yards from the table where we sat. No one present had ever seen a llama before, and observed them closely during the meeting. The llamas behaved like angels, waiting patiently and nibbling at the grass. Napoleon would circle the tree he was tied to until his lead was completely wound, then reverse his direction and unwind himself. The horse person was impressed and commented that it looked almost as if Napoleon were entertaining himself. She admitted that her horses would never be able to figure out how to unwind themselves.

I feel sure that it was the llamas, rather than our incredible negotiating skills, that finally swayed them over. By the end of the meeting, they had not only agreed to let us use the trails in the park, but had allowed us to use the foot trails, open to hikers only, and by far the prettiest, most interesting trails in the park. We have fostered a good relationship with the park service. By practicing “leave-no-trace”, we have demonstrated that llamas are trail friendly animals.

Again, serendipity stepped in, in the form of the Washington Post. Quite unexpectedly, just a couple of months after we began our hikes, the travel editor of the Post called, wanting to do an article on llama trekking. A wonderful article, with photos, appeared in the Sunday edition of the paper, and the phone has not stopped ringing since.

We’ve just completed our ninth full season, and are on summer break. With our seasons here in Northern VA, we have decided to hike year round with the exception of Jun, July and August. We only hike on weekends, since we’re both still working and have chosen to do only day hikes. Part of our hiking package includes an hour introduction to the llamas at the farm. We teach people about llama “personalities”, let them help groom them, teach them how to properly halter a llama, and how to put on the packs and panniers. I think our guests enjoy this part most of all. If they came in with anxieties and reservations about handling the llamas, by the time we hit the trail, they feel perfectly comfortable with leading them, and jump right in to help load and unload the equipment. We have a couple of different trails we use, depending on the interests and abilities of our guests. They range from 2 to 4 miles and from easy to moderate in difficulty. The llamas carry folding tables and seats and we stop about midway to have a very nice and relaxing picnic lunch. Our guests are more interested in feeding the llamas their lunch of grain than they are in eating lunch themselves.

The most rewarding thing about our venture has been the wonderful people we have met. It’s especially enjoyable to watch the children with the llamas. There seems to be a special bond there. The llamas seem especially gentle and cooperative with young people, and the kids can hardly contain their enthusiasm.

Coffee Bean Nabs a Hat

We have no long range plans. As tends to be our style, we’ll round the next corner when we get to it. The only important thing is that we continue to have fun.

For more information and pictures of our hikes, please visit our WebPages at www.twincreeksllamas.com.

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