Breaking out, breaking in…it’s a po-TAY-to, po-TAH-to sort of thing to alpacas. As long as they are getting somewhere they are not supposed to be, they are happy. A few days ago, Mom found most of the girls in this space, between the boy’s paddock and the horse’s paddock.
Lined up nose to tail, single file and unable to turn around, were Mikayla, Brittany, Marseille, and Tulip. Boogie and Heidi, the horses, stared at them from one side of the fence, while the boys were lined up in a gallery on the other side. Everyone looked at Mom as she arrived. I’m guessing Heidi was wearing her “Ooohh what’s Mom gonna do now?” face, while the girls casually pretended they weren’t standing in a no-go zone.
All the alpacas take turns destroying any and all temporary fencing around the ranch. They’d been working on the fence that keeps them out of this narrow chute for awhile. Sometimes, a tiny bit of hay gets blown in there, but really, it’s all about the challenge.
Mom just yelled, “I’m too busy to deal with this now,” and went about her chores, keeping an eye on the trouble makers. After a few false starts, Tulip figured out how to back out. Marsielle couldn’t, and began to hum. But Aunty Brittany came to the rescue, firmly planting her butt in Marsy’s face and backing out, pushing the younger alpaca as she went. Mikayla, who’d led them all in there in the first place, calmly followed.
Because, of course, she meant to do that.