The parcel of land directly to my north was subdivided into five acre plots. The northernmost plot is gated and yesterday and Tuesday, the gate was closed in the evening when I went to look for my three miscreants. Found them there today standing in a group of fir trees munching away on the duff.
As I was lassoing them, someone came out and said that their grandkids just loved the llamas and were giving them treats. Needless to say, this will now be the first place I search in the future.
I was able to get a lead on Pancho and Lefty but Waylon does not give a fuck so he was unimpressed by the treats and managed to dance away from my attempts at throwing a loop. Fortunately, they are highly social so once I had Pancho and Lefty, Waylon followed right along. Pancho was pissed - he was horking up great balls of cud to spit. Llamas spit but it takes them a good ten seconds to accumulate their load. Pancho knows that I will bop him in the nose if he tries to spit at me (very tender area) so poor Lefty got the brunt of it.
Pancho was probably the instigator of this jailbreak so I am leaving him tied up in the barn for a day or two - let him know who is boss and where home it.
Time to do a hot shower (it is snowing quite heavily) and head into town for my ham radio meeting.
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