I wan’t my llama

October 21, 2007

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Some words I never thought I’d hear: “This is where I purchased my llama. You should call them when you are ready to buy.”

We were in Silverton, Oregon today, at the suggestion of our friends Tim and Paul. They thought we might consider it a possible place to move to when the time is right. When we got there, we found Silverton to be, not only reasonably close to the urban and cool downtown Portland, but also unbelievably quaint, artsy and friendly. The best of both worlds. It is nestled in a fairly rural part of Oregon, and is complete with rolling hills, groves and groves of pine trees, sheep, goats, horses, cows, and llamas. Yes, you heard me, llamas.

Why are llamas part of the Oregon landscape, you ask? Well, the story we heard, from a lovely woman we met in a small art gallery in town, is that llamas are the next best thing to a guard dog for protecting your livestock from coyotes. She told us this story after we half jokingly mentioned it was our dream to move to Oregon and raise llamas.

Apparently one of her and her husband’s goats (goats? who are these people?) one of their goats was attacked by a dog or coyote. (Not to worry, the goat survived and is resting comfortably). They hated the idea of getting a mean old guard dog but figured they had to do something to protect their animals. After some reasearch they found that llamas, although not aggressive animals, are quite intimidating to the likes of coyotes. The llamas become quite attached to their goat friends and if a coyote decides to make trouble, the llamas just run it right off their property, tail between it’s legs.

Hearing about the darker side of the gentle llama left Tom and I fascinated and amused. I might also mention that the woman telling the story was an attractive older woman, somewhere in her late 50’s or early 60’s, yet she had a youthful, almost beatific glow to her. We figured it to be euphoria caused by living in such glorious surroundings, not the least of which being trees, art galleries and llamas.

After our conversation, Tom and I continued browsing around the gallery, taking in some of the local artwork. When we finally got to the counter to purchase some trinkets, the glowy llama owner handed me a piece of paper with the number of her llama dealer.

“When your ready.” She winked at me with knowing look.

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4 Responses to “I wan’t my llama”

  1. Alexis Says:

    I’m so glad you are there, reacquainting yourselves with what appealed to you about the place. Llamas indeed—not exactly my concept of paradise, but I’ll be thrilled to visit you and your llamas—on the presupposition I’ll be invited. ‘Sounds like you’re having a wonderful time.

    I want a t-shirt with each one of your illustrations. I’m going to have to buy a new dresser to store them.

  2. Donna Says:

    I have 6 llamas, not because I raise them but because when I asked to buy one female to go with the male I already had, the dealer said “I will sell you 4 for the price of one.” It seemed to be a good idea. Well, I got 1 very friendly female and her equally friendly offspring. I also got one old “alpha” female who won’t let me shear her and her equally unfriendly offspring. The male that I already had immediately bred the females, although I had him pastured in another area. He found a way to get out and became very aggressive.

  3. Kari Says:

    Love your illustration. I don’t know why I have a llama, but I have two of them. I guess they protect the alpacas and the goats…yeah, we live in Oregon alright.

  4. Hanna Says:

    I love Llamas!!!!!!<333


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