My niece and I filled their dishes and off we went. She talked to them when they'd listen, which wasn't often. I even tried. No way, they seemed to say. They ate, we attempted to get them on their way home by holding and moving the bowls.
Llamas are very intelligent.
Again I felt they were amused at what we were doing and knew better than to get caught in our trap. Exhausted Back and forth we ran, up and down we ran, over and over through farmer's fields, in and out of openings in fences. Still Frankie and Rocket were on the trek of their lives and had no intention of coming home. We learned that when we ran they ran. They didn't like to be touched.