Ceasar, our gelding alpaca, needed his nails trimmed. He stood compliantly and allowed us to manhandle him to get the job done. He also needed to be walked a bit on the halter. He walked calmly around the paddock on the lead until he saw the boys in the next paddock looking at him. The boys were trying to stand at the fence (thinking they were going to breed). Ceasar says, " AAAH NOOO! They think I'm a girl!" After that Ceasar just kept looking at the shed he wanted to hide in and wasn't concentrating on the task of walking.
Next was Amanda. She also hadn't been haltered since shearing. Calmly she walked around with her head erect and proud. Occasionally looking at her offspring, "See my dahlings, this is how it is done!" I said, " Amanda, you are beautiful." She said, "I know".
Last week my grands were here after we went on a spring break vacation. The last morning they were here they went outside to play. A few minutes later they came runnng back in. "That rooster is chasing us!" I said, "You just have to make him understand that you're bigger than he is!" Put your arms up and make yourself seem really big and he'll leave you alone! (Dumb advise grandma). So I walked out to where the rooster was and walked right up to him with my arms up and looking him right in the eye screaming at him while I approached and he ran toward me and attacked my foot! Fortunately I had shoes on and he didn't do any damage, but if I'd had flip-flops on...? We'll soon be getting chicks. Think I'll find a big stewpot for that rooster!
...farm living is the life for me!
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