Archive for November, 2008

Those Gosh-darn Males!

Sunday, November 23rd, 2008

Male alpaca behavior can be very aggravating for their owners.  Adult males usually don’t live together happily in the presence of females.  Like other herd animals, one male considers the herd of females to belong to him - and will fight off any other adult male that looks to be a rival.  In the wild the other males would challenge the reigning herdsire to take over the herd.  The loser would simply leave and live elsewhere.  The problem is that on a farm rivals can’t leave - they live in the pasture next door!  So…let the games begin!

We have three adult males who are constantly vying for top stud status.  One of them is actually a gelding, but he doesn’t know it.  So, we have to rotate room assignments frequently to keep the boys from being too cantankerous with each other.  Our best herdsire, Shaka, is also the most calm and least aggressive of the three.  I have never seen him pick a fight - and it takes several escalating threats from one of the other males to provoke him to spit back at them.  His is the temperament that I want to pass on to my growing herd.  So this weekend he was moved to his own private suite - which will also become a breeding pasture.  Luckily we are able to position this prime real estate away from the view of Shaka’s rivals.  Breeding season begins next weekend (November 29), so Shaka will have his first breeding dates with some of our females.  We hope to have some beautiful true black genes passed on in some calm and easily handled cria.

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Sad Day

Sunday, November 23rd, 2008

Last week we had a very sad morning on the farm.  Just as I was finishing the poop scooping in the “maternity ward” pasture I saw something that looked like a garbage bag that was half buried.  When I got closer I realized that it was a stillborn fetus - still encased in its amniotic birth sac.  Lisa Marie had aborted her ten month fetus.  If the cria had survived it would have been a dark brown male.

Alpacas are usually  easy birthers - with cria and Mom up and running within the hour, but there are the 20% that don’t make it.  We did not send this little one off to the lab for testing - if another cria is still born we will certainly order complete diagnostic testing.  However - this one was dead before it hit the ground.  A very sad morning for us.  Thankfully the dam, Lisa Marie seems to have suffered no ill affects.  Since she was a first time mom, she may not have been fully aware that she was even pregnant, until seeing this unfortunate cria born during the night.

Alpacas are nearly always born between 10:00 am and 3:00 pm.  It is not unheard of for a cria to be born in the early morning hours - but if the dam is laboring after 4:00 pm there is cause for concern.  Unfortunately for us Lisa Marie showed no signs of labor the night before this little fellow was born.  We’ll never know exactly when the birth took place.  We only know that the cria looked to be stillborn and had certainly been dead for several hours when we found it at 7:30 am that Sunday morning.

Lisa Marie left home yesterday to visit a friend’s farm for re-breeding.  Hopefully her second pregnancy will produce a healthy cria for us!

Weaning

Sunday, November 23rd, 2008

dscn0943.JPGLakota’s mom took off yesterday for a breeding date at another farm.  Since Lakota is five months old and weighs nearly 60 pounds, we kept him at home to begin the weaning process.  My heart went out to him today!  He moped around the barn looking for his mama and moaned his croaky little humm.  He even began following me around as I was doing the daily chores - hoping that I would lead him to some sign of his mom.  Luckily for him, he did not have to be isolated from his “aunties”.  Since mom is the one who left, he was able to remain in the pasture with the other mom’s to be until he adjusts to his new weanling status.  He was our only spring cria - so he doesn’t have a buddy to ease his loneliness.  Freckled Rose is only a couple of weeks old - not a worthy playmate yet.shaka-front-view-015.JPG

I wonder if I will feel such attachment to all of our crias.  Lakota was the first to be born on our farm - right into my arms!  He is one big butterball now - with the softest, fullest fleece imagineable and a sweet temperament.  At five months of age he is easy to lead by just using a “bracelet hold” - one hand behind the head and one hand under the chin.  He will still come up to humans and cluck for kisses.  I am cautious not to give him too much attention - I don ‘t want to spoil his personality later on.  As soon as he gets over the stress of weaning, we’ll put him in with the yearling males, so that he can learn how to be a male alpaca.  I want to wait until we are around for a couple of days in a row to make sure that Heli Arc and Crimson won’t aggressively pick on him    (Heli-Arc and Crimson)   001.JPG


New Cria!

Sunday, November 9th, 2008


Our first Fall cria was born on Friday, November 7 of 2008.  Lady Sadie’s official due date was Thursday, November 6.  She didn’t show any signs that birth was imminent, so we planned a full day away from home on Friday – a usual work day followed by dinner downtown and a concert given by one of our favorite classical singers, Kathleen Battle.  Our son Benjamin would be home mid-afternoon, and he promised to let us know if anything was happening.  I called Ben around 4:00 pm to check on everything, and he had not noticed the new cria in the pasture yet, so he reported no change.  It wasn’t until we had already had a lovely dinner at a downtown restaurant and I was turning off the ringer to my phone in preparation for the concert that I noticed that Ben had left a message at 5:30.  A new cria was following Lady around the pasture!  He thought it was a female, and she was up and nursing.  We nervously stayed for the concert, and then rushed home to greet our newest alpaca, a beautiful rose grey female with white speckling all down her legs.  She weighed in at 17.4 pounds and was nursing very confidently when we first saw her.  Mom and baby seemed to be doing very well.

We never did find the afterbirth in the pasture the next day.  I was concerned that Lady Sadie might have retained the placenta – an unusual occurrence that had already happened to us with our last birth at the farm.  But Lady showed no sign of distress or of straining to deliver the placenta.  Her temperature was normal, and she was eating and moving normally.  Our best guess is that a hawk or eagle must have feasted on the afterbirth, and removed it from the pasture before we got home that night.  We have a couple of hawks that make their home in the woods behind the pasture, and I’ve spotted more than one eagle circling the lake looking for meals.  We also have a pair of large white faced owls that nest in the wooded area behind the pastures.

I plan to name our new cria Freckled Rose because of her unusual sprinkling of white spots on her legs and through her back.  She is a beautiful and welcome addition to Lake Liaho Farm.

lacy nursing on her first night of life

 

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Mornings at Lake Liaho

Sunday, November 9th, 2008

Mornings at Lake Liaho Farm usually start for me at 5:30 am.  Not because the alpacas are early risers - far from it!  They do not appreciate being disturbed before daylight.  No, I rise at 5:30 because I relish the early morning hours to eat a leisurely breakfast and do my spiritual reading.  I am a student of spirituality and the Bible, so I spend the first forty five minutes of my day reading the recorded words and deeds of Jesus, or the writings of other spiritual masters.  I follow this practice with thirty-forty minutes of meditation.  By 7:00 a.m. I am usually ready to head to the barn.  Hazel and Maude, our two great danes, are ready too - anxiously pacing the floor in front of the door waiting for me to attend our “critters”.

In the barn I do a quick “look-see”  and count heads.  After all are present and accounted for I proceed to preparing breakfast for our alpaca herd.  Breakfast time is a highly anticipated time for alpacas - they anxiously pace back and forth in their stalls waiting for room service to begin.  Breakfast consists of approximately 8 ounces of a grain supplement seasoned with minerals and dressed with fiber nutrients on top.  I usually start with the males, since their stalls are on the same side as the food bins.  Alpacas are creatures of habit.  They quickly get used to a routine and will anticipate the same routine every day.  The boys know which order their food bins will arrive in, and they line up accordingly.  Meanwhile, the girls have gathered in clusters awaiting their breakfast.   Once the boys are happily munching on their grain I carry a stack of food bins into the first girls’ stall.  Lurissa, our nursing mom, always goes first because she requires a double portion to offset the calories that her cria will drain from her during the day.  All the other girls know that she will be first, and politely stay out of her way.  Once she is busy eating the other girls gather around me in the neighboring stall - vying for attention and claiming a food bin of their very own that morning.  No one is disappointed!  The yearling males come next - coming eagerly to the fence panel where their breakfast bins will be hung.  Last but certainly not least are the soon to be moms who get lactation feed.  As with all the other alpacas - they know the order in which they will be served, and line up accordingly.

After all the animals are satisfied and happily eating their grain I get busy with poop scooping.  Poop scooping is a fact of life for all alpaca owners.  We maintain very clean pastures and barn areas by removing all the feces twice daily.  Poop-scooping may seem like an onerous job, but in fact I find it very relaxing.  Alpaca poop has very little odor.  It comes in little pellets that are easy to scoop up with a small plastic rake and bin.  Alpacas will generally choose one or two common latrines that the entire group will use every day, so the poop tends to be collected in one small area in each pasture.  While I’m scooping up poop I notice the beauty of the morning - there is often mist rising off the lake, and birds are singing.  It is not unusual to spot the large hawk that makes its home in our woods circling the sky looking for breakfast.  I once saw a bald eagle circle the woods next to the lake about eight times before finally flying away.  Deer sometimes make an appearance outside the pasture fence.  Deer sightings are always occasions of excitement for the alpacas - they will line up and sound the alarm to each other until the deer finally bounds off into the woods.  I feel particularly blessed during these morning hours.  How many people in the world are privileged to witness such beauty every morning?  I want to drink in the nature around me and carry its pristine loveliness with me throughout the rest of my day.

After the cart is emptied in an unused field away from our pastures, room service continues.  I sweep out each stall and rinse out the hay bins, standing them up vertically where the sun can dry them.  The water bowls are rinsed out and refreshed, and the empty food bins are cleaned and hung out on the fence to dry.  Some of our female alpacas find this routine to be very comforting, and they are reluctant to leave the barn stall during clean-up time.  I am constantly nudging them out of my way and literally sweeping right under their feet!  Although alpacas don’t generally appreciate being stroked or petted like dogs and cats - they do form attachments to their people!  I notice each animal’s place or rank in the herd, and then I treat them accordingly.  They are very interactive and social animals, and they will rank their owner in the herd as well!  I always want to be the “queen” so I am direct but respectful with them, acknowledging their space and refraining from unwanted random touching.

Reluctantly, my morning chores come to an end around 8:30, when I head inside to shower and get ready for work.  I am fortunate enough to be able to arrange my work schedule to start at 9:30 or 10:00 a.m.

I can honestly say that my life is enriched by starting each day with my alpacas.  They are fascinating animals, and I feel blessed to have been invited into their herd.  Check back at this site later and I will describe the end of the day and what its like on herd management days.

A misty morning on the farmWe’re ready for breakfast!