The time arrives each fall when after months of talking about the members of a given year’s birth class as “so-and-so’s cria,” we actually get down to the nitty gritty of naming these little buggers for real. For the most part that task falls to yours truly with Jen and Kim chiming in now and…
File this one under “careful what you wish for, it just might come true!” When I mentioned the other day that things around the farm had been a little dull and repetitive of late, I perhaps said it a bit too loudly. Way to go and apply the jinx meathead! After 14 years and hundreds of…
Sorry not to have posted as much lately. The truth is I didn’t expect that any of you would find stories of commutes to and from school/soccer practice/games mixed in with exciting tales of rain falling on an alpaca farm all that exciting. New England as a whole (yours truly included) has also spent the…
The photo at left is of two siblings sharing a midday nap in the sun, though in this case the siblings in question are not twins. Every good picture deserves a good story of sorts… We owe much to our beloved female Opal. It’s not enough that after winning multiple Championships herself, including two at…
As you may have gathered from posts over the last month or so, the birth ratio of males to females around here this spring and summer has been rather slanted towards the testosterone. It happens. In fact the whole reason the Arena here is the size it is (140′ x 200′ when you include the…
After three months of having the boys around, the farm and particularly the house where my office is, is almost eerily quiet. I took Sam and Max to school this morning, having to leave 15 minutes earlier than normal in anticipation of the Irene-related detour we’ll be dealing with for many months ahead in the…
