Well, here we are in the first week of January, with more snow than you can shake a stick at.
Temperatures are low as well, which means that the alpacas have had to put with being brought in at night. Actually they could probably cope with this quite easily, but I need my sleep – I don’t want to lay in bed at night worrying about Lavender catching a chill, or Molly getting buried in the snow.
So they’re in the barn! Twelve of them in there is quite snug, and they do seem quite happy. During the day, of course, they’re free to wander about and try and entertain themselves – hard when the main pleasure is munching the meadow, which is now buried 6 inches below. Hay is good, but after a while ….. you can tell they’re missing the grass.
As for the rest of us. It’s harder work for me and Caerthan, and harder play for Gwen, who can’t get enough of it. She likes finding a deep bit and then sticking her nose right in. Herbert prefers to stay in!