Not long after we got the alpacas, Dad had a uniquely alpaca ranch experience. It was early morning and he was on his way to the office, where he had a class to teach. Like a good (somewhat naive) alpaca dad, he stopped by the barn to give the alpacas their crumbles before he left. As he was pouring the crumbles into the feeding trough (actually a rain gutter), he got caught in the crossfire between Brittany and Mikayla, and wound up with alpaca spit splattered across his forehead and in his hair. Eew.
Alpaca “spit” is not actually saliva. There is some of that involved, but mostly, it’s partially digested grass and stomach acid. It’s bright green and smells terrible.
Our ‘pacas have never actually spit at us on purpose. Usually, they are spitting at each other over food and we happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. In this case, poor Dad had to meet clients with stinky green spit in his hair because Mikayla is not a good sharer.