It's a beautiful autumnal morning as I type this update.
We've been totally fed up with the rain - crops aren't going in due to the waterlogged a
land which means that I'm living with Farmer Grump! Let's hope this sunshine can dry things up a bit.
We had our vet out last week to do a pregnancy scan on three of our alpacas. Scans are done with a similar scanner to those used in hospitals, but rather than using a monitor to show the foetus, the vet wears a head set.
A good splash of surgical spirit and away the vet went.
Carman is pregnant by Ferdinand with a well developed cria. The ribs were clearly visible.
Both Skye and Jet are very likely to be pregnant by Casper. They were mated onlt 40 days prior to the scan so it was more difficult to tell. there was a large amount of fluid present which is a good indication of early pregnancy. Our vet will return, armed with scanner in a couple of months to double check.
We are starting to plan the next phase of our building work. Over Winter we will be renovating the last part of the old dairy to create a fully functioning kitchen. This will enable us to provide more in the way of refreshments following a trek, plus cater for birthday parties. We will be building a decking that will overlook a new alpaca paddock so next Summer we can look forward to serving afternoon teas with the alpacas.
We were asked if we would be willing to feature in an article in the Yorkshire Post, to be published on Oct 19th. Chris Berry, the reporter visited and spent an hour chatting about our venture and how it came about. Following that was a visit from the photographer who was extremely patient with both us and the alpacas.
The article was to coincide with the Yorkshire Alpacas Show which is to be held on Oct26th at the Livestock Mart at Murton, York.
Anyone who is remotely interested in alpacas should definitely attend. Alpacas of all shapes, sizes and colours will be competing. Along with the show rings are trade stalls selling anything alpaca related. The breeders are more than happy to talk alpaca all day long so if you fancy a free alpaca information session pop along. The highlight of the day, in my opinion is the fancy dress competition. Once you see an alpaca dressed as Harry Potter you will be hooked. Cuteness overload!!
Well we haven't got the summer we enjoyed last year but it's been dry enough for lots of work to be completed outside before harvest gets underway.
We can now proudly say that we have disabled facilities! Our new wet room is now complete and wheelchair users should find it easy to access. The patio has been laid and we now have a secure picnic area outside. Most importantly though is the new craft room which was once part of an old dairy. This has been sympathetically renovated and retains some original features, creating a cosy atmosphere.
We can comfortably host birthday parties for up to 20 guests and still have space for fun and games!
When not hosting parties the room is used for craft workshops and as a place to enjoy a cuppa after a trek.
Next year will see the completion of the old dairy renovations.
We will be installing a kitchen so we can cater for your events and a decked area which will be wheelchair accessible. From the decking our visitors will be able to meet our inquisitive, friendly alpacas who will have a new paddock that will run parallel to the decking. Anyone fancy afternoon tea with the alpacas next summer? I know I do!
Whilst all this work has been going on Casper has been a busy boy himself...
After jumping the fence that surrounds his paddock he made his way round to see the girls. When I discovered the rendevouz it was a little to late. Casper had whispered sweet nothings into Jet's ear and also Skye's,who happens to be Jet's mum! Talk about keeping it in the family! Casper must have a thing for girls with dark hair. We will be taking Casper for a return visit shortly to see if the girls are pregnant. If they are they will spit at Casper and not allow him near them. If they're not we expect the to lie down and wait for him to have his wicked way with them again. What husseys female alpacas are. All they want is to be pregnant.
Bella, our spaniel pup is doing well with her training, although it is doubtful that she'll ever make the grade to be a working dog.
As a young pup she has a penchant for hens. There was nothing more that she would enjoy than chasing hens, tormenting hens, catching hens, rounding them up and giving them a Bella kiss - usually by grabbing them around the neck.
Obviously we did our best to teach her to leave the hens alone and, to her credit, she rarely bothers them now.
Yesterday, while accompanying me on my feeding rounds, a cock pheasant ran across her path only a few feet ahead of her.
Now Bella is a spaniel and it's in their blood to go after game birds, but clearly Bella must have thought that the cock pheasant was merely another hen with it's Sunday-best feathers on as she didn't bat an eyelid! Super success for my training - epic fail as a gundog. Now I've just got to work out how to stop her chewing. Not sure my door frames will take much more lol.
Hugo, our lop eared rabbit isn't well. Sadly, he has developed an abscess. A large lump has formed under his chin and when he was taken to the vet it was recommended that he have an operation to remove the abscess. This was done a week ago and when Hugo returned home he had a large baggy area under his chin where the abscess had been. Sadly the vet was unable to remove the root of the abscess as it was growing around his windpipe so for now he's on anti inflamatories and antibiotics to keep the abscess at bay.
Hugo is the most affectionate, friendly rabbit I have ever known so we hope to have plenty of time left with him around. He's currently hopping around on the lawn without a care in the world.
And finally...We haven't had any alpaca births here this year. We were hoping that two of our girls were pregnant, but it seems that they have just gained a few inches around their tums. It'll be difficult to get them to Slimming World with me, let along get them to balance on the scales, so for now I am rationing their food. Just like us, it's not good for them to become too overweight.
Latest news from Casper...
Crikey Moses! What a day we had yesterday!
Mum was all bossy and business-like with dad first thing which can only mean one thing... Either he's done something wrong or she's worried that something will go wrong!
It turned out to be the latter.
At 10am mum was busy sweeping out the lambing shed. My ears pricked up when her phone rang... 'Straight on at the next two roundabouts, turn right opposite the building site.'
A trek for us? I thought... WRONG!!!!
A white transit van pulled into the farmyard and out got Bob, the shearer. (I never forget a face, especially when it's the face of a man who wants to get close to my man-parts with sharp clippers!)
Within 15 minutes all of us boys were on head collars and walked across to the lambing shed. How my tummy was turning!
Now just so you know, I'm not usually a wuss. I am Casper, head of my herd, so my boys cannot be allowed to see any sign of fear from me, but the thought of those clippers clip-clipping my cloppers is enough to make even the bravest alpaca feel a bit nervous.
Seb went first and I'm proud to say that he was VERY brave and didn't make a sound.
Raffy next. There was a little bit of a wriggle with him, but mum kept saying how well they were doing.
I heard Bob say that Seb has an excellent fleece and mum should show him. clearly, Bob has forgotten how superior I am...
'Casper next!' said mum.
Dad, Rosie and Bob all looked at mum who was now holding me on a lead. All I could do was keep chanting my mantra of 'Don't show fear. Don't show fear.'
Up to the shearing mat I went. It may have well been the gallows the way my tummy was feeling. 'Don't show fear. Don't show fear.'
Whoosh! Suddenly my legs were whisked away from under me and I was flat on my side with dad's leg resting on my neck! How did that happen??
Literally within 30 seconds my back feet were tied firmly and stretched out be secured to a girder. No sooner had my brain computed what was happening, my front legs were tie up in the same way.
Now before any of you think that this is some kind of alpaca bondage I need to tell you that this is the way us alpacas are sheared.
By now Bob was oiling his clippers and away he went. First my side was shorn and the fleece was put in a bag marked !st,(Obviously I'm first, I thought) then my legs, neck, tail and, err, my under carriage were shorn.
'Seconds!' said Bob.
My head flicked up, well tried to flick up, but it's hard with a hefty farmer kneeling on your neck. How dare he say there's anything 'second' about me? Doesn't he realise who I am?
Worse was to come... Mum asked about my fleece. How did it compare to the others?
'Not as good as the others I've done so far,' came the cutting reply. No pun intended.
I'm changing my mantra to 'Don't show humiliation!' now.
Well after Bob had finished zooming around my physique he picked up something that made me think of Edward Scissorhands. SNIP! SNIP! SNIP! First my fringe and topknot were done, then my legs and then finally my nether regions were inspected.
I had had enough! wrestling against the restraints I was relieved to hear Bob say that I was done other than my injections. My voice was clear for all to hear as I screamed out!
Finally the other boys had seen the real me. The head of the herd alpaca who doesn't have the best fleece, doesn't like needles, doesn't particularly like being shorn, but does love my mum and dad, and Bob too, ( but don't tell him).
They'd seen me try to be brave, they'd seen me screaming with indignation, but when I walked back into the pen they saw a new me. A groomed, suave and sophisticated me who felt so much better without my heavy fleece on!
One by one the other boys lined up to take their turn with Bob the scissor hands shearer. One by one they returned to the pen looking equally groomed.
Just as we were finished two visitors arrived. Mum explained that we were going back to our paddock before the girls took their turn at the scissor happy hands of Bob.
Good luck girls! I hummed to myself as I rolled in the long, cool grass. Hope you don't mind a Brazilian
If you'd like to come along to meet me and my friends, take me for a walk or make something from our fleeces just give mum a call on 07795955517.
Mum does children's parties and adult felting craft workshops too.
I love meeting new people so hope to see you soon!