I wish that the word llama was pronouced “yama” like other double l’s. It would better suit the majesty of that great beast. Speaking of that great beast, there are several llamas living in a muddy backyard of some homes in Lake Claire. My husband and I have seen one before while walking the dog on this particular property, but yesterday there was a particular stink in the air and we noticed that there were at least two of them. We can’t tell if they belong to the homeowners, since it sort of looks like they share a lot behind there houses, or if maybe the llamas belong to the Horizons School, which backs up to the properties. Either way, it’s totally bizarre. It also looks a little slummy. Don’t get me wrong, I have no problems with llamas. I think they are awesome, even if they do spit, but it seems like maybe these urban llamas could possibly be a little cramped. There is no grass in their pen, just red dirt, which might be because it’s not enough room for that many llamas. I wish I could pet them. And have them tell me what they are doing there.
In any case, I’m interested if anyone knows about these llamas and what their stories are. Maybe they are just pets, or maybe they do belong to Horizons School, which is totally bizarre and deserves it’s own blog (my husband regularly sees handwritten signs on Dekalb Avenue pointing to the school that say things like “rum and coke party”). I’ll try and snap some photos of them sometime, but I’m sort of afraid a farmer with a shot gun might charge me and tell me to get off his property.
Oh, and before I forget, these llamas are also right by the auspicious Lake Claire pool. So keep in mind that you’ll have to smell llama poop every time you go for a $1200 swim. That seems strangely just.
Also, I do not take credit for Drama Llama. I just found that photo on Google image search, and I am in love.