Whenever Red-haired Sister and her family were in town, they wanted to visit the alpacas that live across the road from me. We walked over, carefully skirting the puddles in the yard, and my neighbor came out to give us feed for the animals, who came right up to the fence to eat out of our hands. This time of year, the alpaca coats are wonderfully thick, and the fiber is way softer than wool.
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Must. Hug. Them. NOW.
Such beautiful photos.
I've been reading your blog all these years and I never knew you had an alpaca farm across the street. How about that.
Jennifer: Well, they weren't there when I started my blog. It's not a whole farm, just a neighbor who decided to raise a few alpacas ....
I read somewhere recently (can't find, searching uselessly) that alpaca don't really like hugs.
Still, lovely creatures.
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