Herd dynamics


One afternoon last weekend, I went out to the alpaca turnout to shoo the girls into their paddock and let out the big boys, and I couldn’t find them. They weren’t at the feed troughs, or grazing on the stubbly, end-of-summer grasses. Now, I knew I’d closed all the gates. So they had to be in the turnout somewhere, which really only left one place.

The second half of the shed, on the left side of the fence Bravado is looking into, is open to the turnout.

The shed sits in the center of the turnout, and is divided in half on the inside. The right half opens onto the big boys’ paddock, and the left opens to and unfinished paddock that is open to the turnout. I wandered down so I could see into the shed, and then I hollered, “Brit-tan-y!” Sure enough, Brittany came to the doorway of the shed, and then looked back over her shoulder to the other girls and the babies, who had all voluntarily secured themselves into a paddock with no gates, so they could hang out in the shed with the boys.

Mikayla came to the doorway next, with a very, “You called?” look on her face, and then she led the herd out of the shed at a sedate walk, through the gateless unfinished paddock and around to the girls’ paddock as I stood there useless and dumbfounded. Tulip brought up the rear, as usual, stopping a few times and looking around unconcernedly, so I would know this whole thing was her idea.

It’s probably because I don’t spend as much time with them as Mom and Dad do, but their personalities and behaviors crack me up.

About cliffhousealpacas

Once upon a time, my dad drove by some funny looking animals standing on little dirt hills in a field. Thus, the dream of an alpaca ranch was born. Now, we are embarking on a grand adventure of raising alpacas and becoming fiber artists.
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One Response to Herd dynamics

  1. Now that the boys are no longer *ahem* in tact, when are you going to finally let them mingle? At this point it just seems mean to keep them separated when they obviously want to hang out as one giant herd.

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