Why AREN’T You Seeing Llamas?

Last week, I spontaneously booked tickets to a llama farm. Since then, for some reason, my loved ones (more accurately, the ten or so people I bother on occasion) had many questions, all of them some variant of “… Why?” The tone ranged from my friends’ curious “oh, why” to Mom’s pained “oh, WHY?” because, surprise, I’d signed her up, too. (My status as Default Favorite Daughter has its perks.)

Everyone: Why are you seeing llamas?

Me: Why aren’t you seeing llamas?

I was cagey with my reason for wanting to see llamas because I wasn’t sure it existed. Had I signed up for this event just for its name, “ShangriLlama?” Was I throwing myself into interesting situations to overcompensate for my personality? Honestly, who could say? I just planned to wait until after the visit to explain myself in hindsight and, until then, pretend I knew exactly what I was in for.

Admittedly, at first it was difficult to project my faith in imminent enjoyment through the overpowering smell of barn. Mom and I wandered into a random stall, where we watched, with trepidation, a deluge of what looked like coffee beans rain out of a cream-colored llama’s asshole. (To clarify, the llama was cream-colored, not the asshole.) I briefly considered the possibility that I might’ve made a slight mistake and hid behind my phone camera.

I liken trying to take pictures of llamas to attempting to capture photos of your dog, if your dog recoiled at human contact, looked down its nose at you with disdain, and constantly turned its back to the shutter. So, basically, if your dog was a cat.

But it didn’t take long for my sense of smell to recover, for the charm to take effect. Llamas are some of the weirdest-looking creatures I’ve ever seen up close, yet the more you look at them, the more adorable they get. I think it’s the necks.

The llamas’ names didn’t hurt, either. The owner of the barn, who calls herself Mama Llama, introduced the pack to us individually: Dalai Llama, Barack O. Llama, Como T. Llama, Bahama Llama, and Drama Llama.

Me: Barack O. Llama’s my favorite. Let’s sit with him.

Mom: How do you know which one’s Barack?

Me: Not to be racist, but I’m particularly good at seeing color.

barack o. llama
I mean, he’s the only black llama.

The rest of the hour was an educational delight. Stroking Como T. Llama’s fur, I learned about llama stomachs. I decoded llama ear signals. I marveled at how llamas could make sitting down look like such a painstaking process—a rather uncanny impression of me, in fact. I differentiated between llamas and alpacas (the woolly ones that spit.)

And, leaving the barn, I was struck by the thought that thinking too much really does often put a damper on fun. Coming in, I hadn’t the faintest clue what I expected to gain from this experience. If I had, would I have considered ShangriLlama worth attending? Would I have showed up to my next event, my school’s summer alumni/intern networking session, smelling of eau de llama? Would I have spent said session rattling off llama fun facts to businesspeople? Would that one lady have stopped talking to me?



Me: When you greet llamas, you breathe directly into their face so they can file away information on your insides for future reference.


No, I don’t think so.

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25 thoughts on “Why AREN’T You Seeing Llamas?

  1. If I saw an event nearby called ShangriLlama I would sign up for it! But then I’m old and slightly eccentric. I’m sure as I get older I will become more eccentric but that’s not the point. Going to ShangriLlama is the wildlife equivalent of buying wine based on the label’s picture and making the leap that just because a wine label has a picture on it that it’s still worth drinking. You took a chance and you did good.
    As an aside, I have a friend whose wife raises alpaca. He’s the one who always makes the distinction that it’s his wife who raises alpaca. I never asked why. To either.


  2. I went to a barn sancutary and had a similar experience. Going in, I had no idea why I was there, or if the smell would ever stop being so awful… But also I never would have rubbed a pig’s belly or watched a goat eat a pumpkin, so it was well worth it.

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  3. ShangriLama? You can’t go wrong with a name like that. I wish my life was as interesting as yours, but I just fly jets for a living.

    Okay, that last bit was a lie. But I wanted to go out on a high note. Okay, now it’s a low note.


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  4. Well, I took a friend to a goat farm a few years ago. Actually, she was a lady from church that I was trying to develop a friendship with. She never invited me anywhere, though. Maybe not so impressed, but it was actually a very nice day. We got the tour, saw goats, bunnies, chickens and learned a bit. Then we got to have a yummy selection of flavored goat cheese and crackers out on a beautiful porch. It was a groupon special. If you lived near me I’d go on your next adventure with you.

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    1. Well, if she wasn’t impressed by a goat tour, who knows if the friendship would’ve been all that? Interesting–the llama farm was a Groupon special, too. Maybe this is how I’ll find kindred spirits.


  5. Funny! I think we have killer llamas living on a farm next town up. We tried to walk the dog across the street from it and the killer llama stalked the shit out of us. I heard they don’t like dogs. I think it’s true. Did they mention that at Shangri-Llama? Because I think we need to know these things, don’t you? Otherwise, God only knows what could happen…

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    1. KILLER llamas?!? That’s a narrative I’d like developed. No, they didn’t–pretty sure that’s not consistent with the ShangriLlama brand… From what I remember, the lady said llamas are prey animals and run, not chase. Weird!

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  6. Thanks for sharing and for the ‘like’ on my post. New experiences are always fun or at least a talking point! Apologies for my tardiness, I’m catching up on reading and am a few months’ behind! Peace and blessings! 🙂

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