Xanadu Llamas & Xanadu Fibres - A llama farm, tourist park and fibre producing property at Mt Egerton, near Ballarat in Victoria's Central Goldfields. Xanadu concentrates on breeding heavily woolled llamas with correct conformation and congenial dispositions - and the production of fine llama fibre and exotic fibre blends.

Every Llama has a place, despite its shape or size,
The length of back, the odd tail-set or colour of its eyes.
Perfection is so hard to find in feather, fur or skin
The eye alone cannot appraise the treasure there within.

For every llama has a task to fill upon this Earth
And looks alone cannot impart real value or true worth.
Is it his job to pull a cart? Or visit sick and old?
To cheer the soul takes not good looks, but just a heart of gold.

Perhaps he will protect some flock from foxes, dogs and such
Or maybe cheer a child who needs that 'magic' llama touch.
For some, he offers stress relief at the end of each long day …
Just sit back, put the cares aside and watch the llamas play

The merits of our treasured friend go far beyond his skin
His magic and his mystery, these elements lie within.
So value all the little things which go to make a llama
And for this Gift, give thanks to their Creator, Pachamama.

The Legend says that long ago at Ausangate, Peru
Mother Earth did often ponder on Mankind, and what to do.
She watched him on the Puna …Elements against the farmer
"These people need some help," she thought, "I'll send to them my Llama."

This animal held a special place in the heart of Pachamama
So also came a warning with the Coming of the Llama
Her voice rang through the mountains in a clear, yet dulcet tone
"Listen to me People these creatures are on loan."

"Treat them well and care for them or you'll have much to fear
I'll call them back to Ausangate and Man will disappear."
The People heard the message and gave thanks to Pachamama
And to this day they've prospered with the Coming of the Llama

The Gift has brought them transport and Wool to trade for Grain
But, most of all, companionship on the lonely puna plain.
And now the Gift is in our hands, as Guardians of the Llama
But still within this creature's heart is the Promise of Pachamama

In ancient times in the Andes where mountain peaks rise high
A Llama dreamed the Sea would flood and Man and Beast would die.
Saddened by her reverie she knew the time was near
When she must tell her Master of the vision she so feared.

The Llama spoke in human tongue "A Flood is coming soon …
So climb to Wilka Zutu by the rising of the Moon."
Her Master stood in disbelief but knew he must obey
So called his Wife and guinea pigs, then led each one away.

The Llama called to every thing they passed along the track
And two by two they followed her, not daring to look back.
Armadillos came, and Insects and Birds of every kind,
And Cougars too, and Jaguars, not one dared stay behind

She led them to the highest peak where they could safely go
T'was five days till the Flood regressed and they returned below
Now Man repays this kindness by treating Llamas well
And by the fires on starry nights this Folk-tale they do tell.

From rugged granite towers to sparse and windy plains
Where Condors soar above them Guanacos thrive again
Once hunted by the thousand and driven from their land
By sheep herds and their ranchers who did not understand

This Spirit of the Andes with fleece of amber gold
Was too proud to be captured, its essence free and bold
So onto higher places amidst the wind and snow
Where other beasts would perish Guanacos had to go

Somehow their spirits conquered this harsh remorseless life
Where glacial lakes freeze over and wind cuts like a knife
Today their numbers flourish, a sanctuary has been found
A haven for guanacos, by lakes and mountains bound

This peaceful, gentle creature no longer needs to fear
When human tread alerts it that danger may be near
No longer persecuted, now free at last to roam
Through Torres del Paines Park - the place which they call home.