If you have been an avid reader of this blog lately, you'll know that we were missing a llama, then we got him back, and then we were missing him again, for seven days.
Well, today the llama was spotted and retrieved, in all his dirty, hairy glory.
Like any other day, our day started...well, like any other day. I woke up and the children and Hoochie Momma were already awake. Today we were to go to the local candy store and buy us some chocolatey goodness! Chocolate is awesome and it tastes so good. Hoochie Momma calls it baby crack.
Anyway, after we left the candy store with our hoard, we went to the dollar store to kill some time. I was walking around with Meow, singing the ABC's and counting to ten, when I got the phone call.
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Laura: Hello?
The Professor: Laura, it's the Professor. Where are you?
Laura: Hi, at the dollar store.
The Professor: Magi has been found, he's at the nursery down the street. He's in their back yard. I'm leaving here in five minutes. Can you guys go there?
Laura: Of course!
The Professor: Okay, bye.
Laura: Bye.
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So Hoochie Momma, the kids, and I breeze out of the dollar store and made a beeline for the tree nursery. It's only about half a mile down the road from them. It turns out the neighbors are really nice. Hoochie Momma talked to them and it turns out Magi is about a one mile hike away.
Yes, the land the nursery is on is just that big.
We drive back to the house so Hoochie Momma can gear up (it was about 45 degrees F outside) and drop the kids and I off in the house (where it's warm). The Professor shows up and he and Hoochie Momma head back to the nursery to bring the errant llama home!
About an hour goes by (I know because the kids and I were halfway through our second run of the Baby Einstein video) and the jeep pulls down the driveway with a llama hanging out of it again.
Magi the Gelded Llama is back!
But it's not over yet.
In order to prevent yet another break out, The Professor decided it was a peachy idea to separate the llama again, and this time in completely different areas. For a while, Hoochie Momma and Magi were loitering outside the picture window, because the stud llama was still really mad and snorty.
I'm not sure exactly what happened outside after that. I was feeding the kids their lunch when I see a flash of brown streak by the window. In a second, Hoochie Momma is in the doorway yelling, "Shoes on!"
Well, I got those new tennis shoes from L.A. and I was not about to use them in the mucky dirty (it was really wet outside too) because they're frickin' brand new. Instead, I grabbed Hoochie Momma's galoshes (wellies in New Zealand) and headed outside after Miss Behavin', the other llama that got out of the pen.
Miss Behavin' was headed straight for the neighbor's yard, meanwhile Hoochie Momma and I are running after it, Hoochie Momma yelling "Miss Behavin'!" and me yelling "I left the kids in their chairs!"
So the llama is running to the neighbor's yard, only to be stopped by the barbed wire fence. She turns and makes a wide run of the yard, headed back to the pen. I stopped running, because I was tired and not dressed for the occasion; I was still wearing the clothes I wore to the dollar store. Miss Behavin' stops where she is and starts running straight towards us again.
Hoochie Momma was about twenty feet in front of me when she plants herself, legs wide apart, arms in the air like she's been healed by the holy spirit itself, and she yells "STOP!"
Amazingly enough...Miss Behavin' stops and runs back towards the pens. There, The Professor wrangled her around her neck and held her while Hoochie Momma tied a rope around her. I didn't get to see what happened next, because I was cold (I only had a jean jacked on to protect me from the rainy Oregon weather) and the kids were still sitting in their chairs!
Ten minutes later, Hoochie Momma came back in to report that all the llama were back in their pens, Magi was completely separated from the stud, and The Professor was headed back to work.
It was quite an eventful day for only being 1:00 in the afternoon. Hoochie Momma and I sat around to decompress afterward.
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Hoochie Momma: When we went to the Candy Farm earlier, I had no idea we'd actually deserve the candy we bought.
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Ain't that the truth?
Saturday, November 05, 2005
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5 comments:
sounds like a lot of work. if you were wondering... i hear that llama tastes a lot like chicken.
B-momma
Actually, it's more like Elk. Not from my own personal experience, but from the guy I got the Llamma from. He says it's very tender, high protien, low fat.
what a rellief. Get it, two l's? I'll be here the rest of the week.
You know, I would eat Magi if we hadn't spend so much time trying to find the darn thing. Now eating it would just be a waste.
I say that all the time.
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