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This is the llama I met yesterday. The farmer bought him to guard the sheep herd from local coyotes. Apparently, the number of lambs he loses each spring has gone way down since he acquired this protective fellow. He's BIG and coyotes aren't really that big- about the size of a medium dog. I can imagine him kicking a coyote a good one.
He became very vigilant as soon as he saw me and stared at me, the way he's staring at the camera, for at least 5 minutes, making sure I had no untoward designs on his sheep. I stood at the fence near him talking to the farmer, Bill Lutz, and put my hand out for the llama to sniff. As I was leaning against the fence, talking, this llama came up to me and put his face right in my face, so I could feel his hair and the puff of his breath against my face.
"I think he's checking to see what I had for lunch," I said to Mr. Lutz.
"You didn't have llama, did you?" he asked.
"Nope."
After he saw I was no threat, the llama wandered off.
He became very vigilant as soon as he saw me and stared at me, the way he's staring at the camera, for at least 5 minutes, making sure I had no untoward designs on his sheep. I stood at the fence near him talking to the farmer, Bill Lutz, and put my hand out for the llama to sniff. As I was leaning against the fence, talking, this llama came up to me and put his face right in my face, so I could feel his hair and the puff of his breath against my face.
"I think he's checking to see what I had for lunch," I said to Mr. Lutz.
"You didn't have llama, did you?" he asked.
"Nope."
After he saw I was no threat, the llama wandered off.
