That’s what we utter when Uber, the white llama, gets to us. It’s more like a curse mumbled under our breath as we remind ourselves that he was a lone llama for many years and now, viola, a herd comes into his life. Now that the llamas have been shorn of their fiber, I have been stepping up the game with this challenging guy. I’m showing him that it is okay to be touched. Lot’s of baby steps.
Even though it seems like "3 steps forward 2 steps back" is the dance him and I have, it is amazing to see his accomplishments. Yesterday I was able to get a pack on him. This helped us get him more aware of his body. Llamas are very fickle about being touched in general as they have that natural flight response, so to start with a pack that has straps and touches him over and under made him pay close attention. Then I took him for a walk to show him that nothing bad was happening to him and he could actually have fun.
Today, he was a bit stubborn, probably thinking he was going to be faced with another "ordeal", through his eyes, but I surprised him by keeping his session short and sweet. We did the requisite corralling into the catch pen, then some handling without even getting a halter on him. He is getting there!
In the meantime, check out the embarrassing ruckus he can cause by clicking on the YouTube video to the right titled "Uber the llama chasing the new alpacas". Fortunately with these guys the only real harm is to their egos.