by Enzo » Wed Sep 06, 2006 7:14 am
Well, here's the report.
BANG!
COuldn't resist.
I went to the Lamafest. Saw lots of llamas, and some alpacas. If there were any guanacos there, I didn't see them, nor vicunas.
The MSU livestock pavilion is huge. The exhibit area is row after row of llama pens. Llama heads poking up over the siding. SOme would look you over, and some couldn't be bothered. And some turned and walked to the other side of the pen. The snoots. I went up and down a few rows, but after a while a llama is a llama. People from all over for this show. A lot from Virginia. Various llamas had their ribbons and awards. There are some serious blue ribbons. Like four feet long.
There was also the arena, the judging area with grandstands. I watched them judge llamas for a while. Each grouping - "class 36 report to the arena, class 10 will be judged in 5 mijnutes, anyone in class 10 should be in the arena now." - would line up in the judging corral, then one at a time walk corner to corner while a elderly lady Judged them. She stood in the center and watched oh so intently as they walked towards her and then sh turned as they passed and stared at their hind ends. All this with the exagerated seriousness of a dog show, or maybe the US MArines. Although in her defense she never put on the MArine pout.
I saw a little corral off to the side with a few llamas inside, each held on a lead by the owner. I assumed it was like the on deck circle until I got there to read the sign that said "Poop Pile." I have to grant that ther was surprising little llama poop on the floors, even though they were being led around to and from their pens. Apparently they are poop pile broken. There was plenty in that area.
As with most of this sort of thing, the people there are the real show. There were lots of "horse girls" there. That is my name for those girls not quite done with puberty who are REEEEAAALLY into horses. Except these were llama girls.
I saw one llama girl walking her llama back to the pen and noted she had on typical ranch wear. COwboy boots, jeans, t-shirt, vest, hat, and for some odd reason a pair of large feathered wings sticking out from her back. Beats me.
When I was in the arena, I spotted a tour group touring the place. ABout 40 people following a guide from place to place. I never saw them examine the poop pile, but I am sure it would have been fascinating. But the guide would walk over to something and like a school of fish, 40 interested souls walked as one swiftly to follow. After a moment of spiel, she walked briskly over to something else, and vooom, they followed smartly behind. They may have been tied together at the waist for all I know, remarkable motion in unison. Perhaps synchronized touring will become an olympic sport.
The whole place smelled like animal. Smelled like a horse barn I guess, not stinky really, just very earthy and vegetal and well... animal. Not unpleasant.
I left before the tour herd examined me over in the stands. "Now here we have an aging hippie..." WOulda made their day, I bet.
SOme of the exhibitors just had their names or the names of their farms, but there were some that struck me. The llamaniacs. ANd the Wooly Women of Mid-Michigan.
I didn't stay for the auction, but they were going to sell off quite a few, some at substantial prices.
One aisle was vendors. Some sold llama supplies - llama soap, llama feed, bridles and leads, llama blankets. But there were a lot of people products too. Hats, shawls, hand bags, afghans, etc made from llama wool. There were decoratiev llama items - a lawn llama, llama doorknocker, llama welcome sign, artistic llama creations and sculptures. One lady had written a couple alpaca books for kids. ALice the Alpaca does Dallas or something. You could buy the book and have it autographed by the author while you wait.
I didn't get anything, nothing was funny enough.
If there had been a llama roast, I'd have tried it, I guess.
One lady we've seen before has her sign up for such and such llama farms, and on her table she sells...... chocolate sauce. I don't get it either. But if you and your llama are enjoying some nice ice cream, I guess it would be great.
APparently there is a costumed llama competition, because there were some dressed up in odd costumes. SOme looking liek an Andean festival float or some such. Multicolored ribbons and sashes adorn the thing, a hat of course, pretty blanket draped over, hanging things from the shoulders - for all the world japanses paper lanterns. One had a like table top - a flat small stage atop his back, and on it was a plush stuffed bunny of some sort. MAybe it represents a traditional fable or something, but tres weird.
Everyone had their kids, and many photos of dubious child next to llama were being snapped. "C'mon sweetie, it won't bite, just smile for daddy."
At one point I saw a two-man llama costume walking down the aisle in tow by a llama-girl. Looked like a horse costume at halloween - gray felt, worn old straw hat. Then when I got next to it I saw giant brown eyes looking out the eyeholes. It was a llama in a llama costume. Ooooo-K.
According to the llama brochure, the poop looks like black jelly beans. I suppose I have to agree with this delightful imagery.
Baby llamas are called "crias."
They don't have hooves, just two big fleshy toes. I noticed right away.
DO llamas spit? You bet they do. "BUt it is easy to wipe away and forget as opposed to a bite or hoofed kick." Says so right in the booklet. I feel better about it already.