The pregnant ladies and Cappuccino stayed in the front pasture while all the rest moved next door. This is the first time I have separated the females, but as I was watching the new game of "sniff the pregnant lady and wake her up, then run", I decided that it would be in the best interest of all concerned to move the young whippersnappers out of there.
The pregnant ones have a new game too. It is called "lay around and watch Mom go crazy". I am going out and checking on Mollie, who is due any minute, about every hour to see if she looks like she is in labor. They all cush together and don't even bother to get up when I wander over, oh so casually, to check out fetal movement and behavior of the dam. I expect they are taking notes to give at the next alpaca symposium on how to drive your caretaker stark raving bonkers. What symposium, I hear you asking - You thought the alpaca shows were for us? "Look relaxed, chew your cud, see if you can get the cria to show her a foot or something, that is always good."
Cappuccino is the master of not showing labor. In the nine years I have had her, I have been present at 2 births, she literally waits until I leave - usually in the car- before she pops the cria out. When I return, there is a happy healthy cria. I think the next trick they will pull, is hiding the cria until it is a couple of days old. "What, this old thing? I've had it for days."
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Too funny! I'm trying desperately to convince my dad that he wants to add some alpaca to our farm. He doesn't. I don't understand how he can resist!
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