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.
TMI so early in the morning! Ha
PS Thanks or these fun, intereresting, informative posts. You are so very talented in so many ways.
Just think, Dad got spit in the face earlier than this! That’s like, TMS (too much spit) this early in the morning. 😛
Pbbt. You make me blush. Thanks for following us! It’s fun to share Mom and Dad’s adventures. They are truly hilarious.
Ew, but lol.
Eeew indeed. Until you’ve smelled it, you don’t know. I tried really hard to think of a corollary, but it’s uniquely disgusting.
Your poor dad. Alpaca spit is absolutley horrendous. My poor mate got spat on once while we were working at an alpaca stud and man did she stink, hehehe
It is foul, foul stuff. Poor Dad is the only one who consistently gets spat on. Mikayla was pregnant, and a month or so out, when we sheared her, so our vet recommended this shot…I can’t remember the name. In the course of giving it to her, Dad got spit on a total of five times, while Mom and I walked away unscathed.