September 13, 2008
Hiss and Make Up.
In which two addicted fiber friends visit a crack house alpaca farm.
This little princess spit on Lauren upon first meeting her. I didn't actually get to see the event, nor did I hear it, sadly. But I did get to take the I-need-to-hide-after-that-incredibly-scarey-event photo. Spitting includes getting bits of grass on you but we will leave that for now.
I can confirm that the two made nice, Lauren gave the princess some pellets, a highly sought after treat that alpaca's love. Treats for hissing? hmmm. There was a period where the princess was penned and separate, afterward, she was compliant and amenable.
I was so happy to be hanging out with Lauren and visting the illustrous alpaca farm, here is my shit-eatting-grin-of-proof. When Lauren came up with the plan of visiting the farm last week, I woke up every day thinking it was Saturday and that I had something to look forward to. Today was the day and I am sure that I am inundating you with photos as a result.
This guy is a gelding, and help mate. If another alpaca is going off for a show, he comes along and helps everyone stay calm and focused.
And, can I say, alpaca eyes are like looking into deep pools of concern and love. If I could post a large photo of this guy which would show the depth, I would. They made us both want to grab and pet, scratch behind the ears and pet that soft fur while looking deep into thier beautiful eyes.
Lauri, the ranch owner, herded these gals and gave us educational tips on selecting alpaca fiber. It turns out alpaca are very shy and react as though you may be out to hunt and eat them at every turn. Not generally liking to eat meat, I was hoping the alpaca would percieve my smell to be akin to hay and grass, but alas, no.
Skiddish was the word of the day.
And Lauren and I came home with a bag of fleece, a mission and a great day.
Posted by Melly at September 13, 2008 8:52 PM