Owner of Cassy's baby, little black alpaquita, has not named her. (What a man!) so I am calling her "Velvet" for now. Velvet perfectly illustrates two frustrating truths about alpaca photography:
They always stick their face up into the camera when you try to photograph them.
The dark ones are practically impossible to photograph well. If the light is bright enough to see their face, the black ones end up looking brown and the reverse is also true. If you show the true color, you end up with shadowpaca.
Alpacas moping in the barn under the fans due to temperatures in the 90s and humidity. Cassy (white) is hogging one fan
while Pendragon is so close to a fan on the boys' side of the barn that his top knot hair was practically flattened on his head - the Eddie Munster hairdo for those of us old enough to have seen that show.
Yesterday was our first really hot day this spring and snakes were all out enjoying themselves - some more than others.
The kids were thrilled to watch one large black snake crawl up the brick front of the house until they realized his (her?) objective - Birdie Nest!
Snakes ARE our friends because they prevent the mice from eating through our wiring but they do love eggs and there isn't any point to yanking them off the wall by the tail and throwing them into the field. They come right back to the same spot when you are not there to guard the nest. Of course I say this from experience even though it was my husband Tom and not myself who used to be the snake thrower around here. Snakes are much smarter than they appear so it's just a good thing they don't feel as motivated to seek out the person who pulled them by the tail and bite the heck out of that person as they do to re-find that bird nest they wanted to raid. Bye bye birdies.
No more fun, I am supposed to be packing alpaca sweaters, socks, etc. for the Bare Naked Alpaca Show (for SHORN alpacas) in New Jersey this Sunday where I will judge a "Make it with Alpaca" contest. Doing inventory is not my favorite, but I like this show since most of the exhibitors are my friends. Some people objected to the words Bare Naked! so those of us running the show were forced to adopt the more politically correct, Fiber Fiesta, but we still call it the Bare Naked Show amongst ourselves because it's funnier.
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