An alpaca vignette

On Saturday morning, I borrowed Mom’s barn clothes and went to turn out the boys and clean their area. As I shut their stall door behind me, Trip came running in at break neck speed, and skidded to a stop in front of me. Glaring at me, angry and slightly distressed, he hummed “MMmmmmmMMMM!!”, before turning around and running into the paddock without a backwards glance.


I was still standing in the center of the stall trying to figure out what that meant when Tuscany entered at a sedate walk. He froze in the doorway and studied me. He started at my toes, and slowly scanned me, his whole head moving up and down, before catching and holding my eyes. I blinked. He blinked. “What?!” I asked. His ears flopped backwards. Then he turned around and walked out as well.

Who are you again?

It took me awhile to figure out that it was probably Mom’s clothes with me in them that had the boys confused. I can’t say I blame them, I probably smelled/looked like some sort of Mom-doppelganger.

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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1 Response to An alpaca vignette

  1. Judy Forsythe says:

    How funny !

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