Apparently I was wrong. The llama was not back in its pasture and as of yesterday was still loose somewhere in the hills and had last been seen poking its head out of the woods on Monday.
In response to the question regarding where we live...Appalachia man, Appalachia. It's pretty country as long as you can stay away from scenes like the one in this picture which are quite prevalent in these parts.
We are about 30 minutes from the West Virginia border and are subsequently served by all the local Parkersburg WV television stations. In such, we just got another load of political commercials for Hillary and Obama last week before witnessing Obama get hammered at the hands of rural Appalachian folk who would vote for just about anyone as long as they are not black. I played a blues bar down in Parkersburg WV a few months ago. One particular evening I had the "real joy" of conversing with adult people in the bar who casually dropped the "N-word" in an expression of disdain for black people and did it multiple times. Only the fact that the very same people had also detailed the small arms arsenal out in their trucks kept me from lashing out at them. I took my cash and went home a few dollars richer. They went home loaded and potentially even more socially retarded than they were before they came in.

This is the creature that sat at the end of our driveway this morning then subsequently jetted across our yard as Ingrid left to take Somnia to school. Apparently, it had gotten loose from the neighbor's farm. This is not something you wake up in the morning expecting to see. I had a chuckle a few weeks ago as Ingrid called me while I was in NYC to report on multiple wild turkey behind the house. While the wild turkey are a goofy site, I at least EXPECT to see them occasionally. The llama on the other hand is just about as random as it gets. I can however confidently report that the animal in question in back in its rightful pasture.