I gradually getting used to seeing my alpacas naked, although I think I’m going to need at least a few more days before I can start being able to tell who’s who.
You’d think their ear tag numbers would help, but you get so used to how each and every alpaca looks, and believe me even with a predominately white herd they are all so very different, that I’ve never needed to rely on their tags to tell them apart.
That is until some man comes along and shaves everything recognisable about them clean away and I have to learn them and their tag numbers all over again 🙂
They have turned from big chunky monsters into delicate willowy creatures who bear absolutely no resemblance to their former selves.
It isn’t just me that finds them difficult to tell apart post shearing. The alpacas themselves initially had a few moments when they couldn’t tell who there friends were either, so funny.
Poor High Com was the funniest I don’t know what he’d thought I’d filled the paddock next to him with but what ever they were he didn’t like them and to show his upset he marched up and down shouting his head off.
Silly boy them’s your girls and you won’t be complaining later today when you get to visit with one or maybe you might, as it’s Dora that’s coming to play.
Don’t feel sorry for him someone has to have her and poor High Com pulled the short straw this year 🙂
Imposition preformed the deed last year and I just couldn’t start the two new boys on her or could I?
Actually she’s a very good girl when it comes to mating, shall we say with out imparting to much information for those of you with a sensitive disposition’s, she’s very very keen 🙂
Poor High Com I have a feeling he’s going to need a rest after Dora’s had her wicked way 🙂