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Rehabilitating Stanley, an Alpaca with Berzerk Male Syndrome

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Last fall, I saw a lone alpaca on kijiji for sale and my heart went out to him. He was obviously the only one, and had been guarding sheep. Alpacas aren’t really great guard animals — they are not large enough and can’t really defend themselves very well against a predator like a coyote, especially when they are alone.

So we hitched up the horse trailer, filled up the truck and went north to a farm to get him. He was a lovely grey colour and I was excited to meet him! When we got there, we were surprised by how small he was, and even moreso, how friendly. The little 4 year old girl who lived there could hug his neck! We didn’t have a single alpaca among our 9 that would let anyone hug their neck!

When we got Stanley home, he continued to be surprisingly friendly and for those of you who know alpacas, you may be seeing the signs. I was not worried, although a tiny remote part of my mind was aware that he could have Berzerk Male Syndrome.

Berzerk Male Syndrome, or BMS, is when an alpaca — nearly always a male — starts attacking its owners. It can charge, body check, hit, bite, tackle and even try to mount and mate with people.

Stanley was friendly and enjoyed going nose-to-nose with us, and was often nearby. He really didn’t cause any trouble until the spring came. He rather suddenly got frisky and wanted to fight us — to wrestle the way that male alpacas do when they want to see who is dominant. The first couple of times he attacked without any warning, taking us very much by surprise. Darren got tackled 6 times — sometimes against a wall, often out in the open and ending up on the ground.

I got tackled twice. The first time, I thought Stanley wanted to go nose-to-nose, so I leaned toward him… and he just came at me full speed, hitting me with his chest. Luckily, I was near a grainery, so I landed against it, grabbed a nearby fence and was not hurt. I shouted at him, and kinda whacked him (don’t worry, it wasn’t that hard) on the back with my free hand. The second time he attacked, I was in the open and he knocked me down and then leaned down and bit my shoulder! I got up as quickly as I could and got away, but wow, was I ever rattled. The bite left a mark like a bruise but did not break the skin. I was lucky.

I decided it was time to research Berzerk Male Syndrome. Until then, all I had known was that it was caused by over-cuddling. You know all those pictures you see on the internet of people cuddling alpacas? In many of them, the alpacas aren’t really enjoying it, and in the others, they might be on the way to developing BMS.

I found an article that said BMS is caused by an alpaca bonding to humans instead of its alpaca mother. This is more likely to happen with bottle babies — hand-fed by humans — or general over-cuddling. You may had heard of baby birds bonding to the first thing they see upon hatching — if it’s a person, that bird will be your best friend for life. In the case of alpacas, the alpaca sees itself as a person, or sees people as fellow alpacas. The result is quite awful. Here’s another good article.

Although we were very discouraged and a little upset that the people selling Stanley didn’t tell us the truth, in some ways, I didn’t blame them. They had 3 kids including a newborn, a number of sheep and beef cows and were just trying to make everything work. They probably didn’t know what do to about Stanley and were afraid of him. I was also afraid, but did not want to give up on him. I believed that he could get better, so we set about a “training program” for him and for us to see if he could be rehabilitated. I had not heard of others doing this; some online material said that castration would help but others said that euthanasia was the only solution. I didn’t want to accept that, but we did decide to castrate him. I had hoped to breed him, but what if — what if — BMS was hereditary? I was not going to take that chance. We could not wait until breeding season either. By the middle of May , we were becoming afraid to walk around the yard. Breeding season wouldn’t be until June.

We arranged for his special appointment with the vet and she graciously allowed us to shear Stanley while he was looped up on sedative. His previous owners had trimmed his back and some of his neck, but he still needed more shearing. In fact, he had so much fibre growing on this belly and between his legs, when we got him, he had a poopy bridge of fibre going from one back leg to the other. I was able to cut that off the first day we had him, because he was so willing to stand still and let me near him. So, Stanley got “fixed” and we hope that it would fix the BMS as well.

Castrating him definitely helped, but I think our behaviour changes were also critical to our so-far success. Let me try to break it into chunks that make sense.

  1. We stopped giving Stanley any extra attention. No more nose kisses, long eye contact, pets or long conversations (if you know what I mean). I would say good morning to him, but then also say good morning to every other alpaca around, looking at each one in turn. Stanley needed to feel like a part of the herd, and not a person. I do not believe that an alpaca with BMS could be rehabilitated without being in a herd of at least 6 others of the same gender. The hardest part of this rehab was not obsessing over him and if he was going to attack.
  2. We kept an eye on him and we went around him. We tried to think like an alpaca — what sort of behaviour could be seen as aggressive? Meeting face-to-face on a narrow path — definitely. So we go around. Initially, I would give him 20 feet of space, going off the path that far to appear non-aggressive to him. Now, 5 feet is enough buffer, but I still go around. If we are out in the open yard, and he is standing between me and my destination with his head to the right, I go around to the left, around his bum. In no way do I want to be seen as starting something. There were times when Stanley was so frisky, we walked on a trail through the bush to avoid the yard completely to go around him.
  3. We don’t continue the fight. When he would start something, we’d try to get away and stop the fight, rather than retaliate or try to “hold him still.” If you are an alpaca farmer, you know that holding them still can be hard. It can definitely feel like wrestling. A couple of times, I witnessed Darren getting attacked and had to remind him to let go and get away, not try to hold on to or subdue Stanley — that is too much like two males wrestling. Again, thankfully, we have 7 other males, so usually one of them would get interested in what was happening and as soon as we could get free, they’d get in there — either to save us or to have their own wrestling time with Stanley. Rupert, Pigpen and Frankie are all young enough, they don’t want to be left out of a summer wrestling match!
  4. We watched for the signs. For Stanley, it became obvious when he was frisky. He would look straight at us, perhaps with his chin slightly up, and — the biggest sign — his tail would be slightly lifted. He looked like he was making himself tall. When we saw that, we knew what he was thinking and we backed away, raised a “stop hand,” and shouted NO at him. He understood that. I also tried not to raise my chin — that’s alpaca body language for “I’m going to spit at you,” or “I’m annoyed with you,” so I did my best to keep my chin down. Not that spitting was part of his fighting; it was much more of a full-body tackle. But I did not want Stanley to think I was an alpaca in any way, so I kept my chin level or slightly down.
  5. We stayed calm and tried to be proactive. One afternoon, I was working in the shop. I knew he would be curious and maybe get too close, and that could lead to some wrestling. So I put a ladder across the shop door opening. This way, he could look but I could relax because I knew he couldn’t get in. Sure, he could have jumped over it, but he never had that much hatred in his veins. He just wanted to fight because fighting is what male alpacas do to establish who’s dominant. We needed him to know that WE WERE HUMANS, not alpacas, so we were not going to fight him and we could all live together peacefully AND we humans were in charge. Peacefully in charge. It is hard when there is a pattern of attacking to stay calm, but it is important. Alpacas are very empathic and they’ll feel your nerves.
  6. We changed some of our physical signals. Normally, to move the boys in, I put my hands out to the side like a letter T or a walking fence panel and they know to walk the other way. I can corral them pretty easily, especially if they can see the open gate they are supposed to go through. I was afraid that Stanley might think me putting my arms out to the sides was an invitation to a hug, so I never did it. Sometimes, if he didn’t want to go in, he got to stay out. Other times, I was able to “shoo” him in with a casual, low-down forward motion of my hands. One time, I used a broom handle held horizontally at waist level and he seemed to get the message. I absolutely do not go nose-to-nose with him, even if there is a fence between us. He sometimes wants to, but I don’t. It’s too familiar, and I don’t want to remind him of people who hug and kiss him. One time I had gotten too close, I held my forearm horizontally in front of my body at about boob height, and he understood that as “stay back” body language.
See how alert he looks? And his tail is slightly up. This guy wants to fight!

I wish I knew Stanley’s backstory, but I don’t. I wonder if he was a bottle baby. I wonder if he caused trouble at his first farm, was sold to the sheep and beef farmers we got him from, and he was okay for a while and then got aggressive as he got older? At the farm with NO other alpacas, he had to fight the people — maybe he even tried with the sheep but that wouldn’t work either. That’s another reason alpacas need to be in groups of at least 3 of their own gender.

Let me share a few other surprises we had. When he is wearing a halter and on a leash, he can still lunge at you. After we got him fixed, we had to keep him separate for several days to heal, and the last day, he was tired of going in that other barn and didn’t want to. We tried chasing, but ended up haltering him and he lunged at Darren. Perhaps it might work to have 2 people with leashes the leashes taut, but this would require a lot of coordination and also has the hazards of all those leashes to get tangled in. You really do have to think ahead when you are planning some farm activity you’ve never done before.

Please, if you are an alpaca farmer reading this, or considering getting alpacas, DO NOT cuddle them at any age. Keep cria with their mothers or other females if their mother has died. We had to bottle feed one cria, but we did not snuggle him before or after, and I’m so glad that Frankie is totally normal!

Also, don’t take this article to be everything you need to know about working with a berzerk male. Some of them truly may not be savable. I don’t think you can be successful if you only have a couple of alpacas. My other boys were crucial in teaching Stanley how to be an alpaca. How could I possibly do that? The herd showed him what behaviour was acceptable. How do I know they learn from each other? Pigpen briefly adopted a couple of Stanley’s behaviours and we stopped those right away with strong language, and Pigpen has never done it again. So they can definitely learn from each other, but as I said before, the humans on this farm are peacefully in charge.


I’m happy to report that Stanley has been well behaved for quite some time. He is still very curious and is often nearby, watching us work as if to help. But then he loses interest and wanders off or goes back to grazing randomly on the yard! Yay! We are not the focus of his attention and he is not the only focus of ours. He is still a bit unpredictable, intensely curious of and occasionally aggressive with new people. He recently chest-bumped a wooden fence because a friend of mine came over for the first time. She was giving him attention of course and he lunged at the fence. A few months ago, he ran across the yard and would have tackled another friend of mine (a horsewoman who is very tough and would have actually been okay) if I had not intercepted and stopped him with my hand against his neck!

Even though we haven’t figured out everything there is to know about rehabilitating a BMS alpaca, I wanted to share what we have learned. I hope this may help someone out there. Don’t cuddle your alpacas. Don’t knowingly get a BMS alpaca unless you have a herd and lots of experience with healthy alpacas. Berserk Male Syndrome is serious and you can be seriously hurt. Don’t give up too soon; for Stanley, this progress has been over several months and we have had him over a year. And don’t be afraid to admit defeat and get help from other farmers, or euthanize him. But please don’t lie and rehome him.

My Handsome Alpacas

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I love alpacas. They are the sweetest, intelligent, curious critters! I wanted to introduce you to each of our guys (and gals) and tell you a little about them.

Fozzie

First of all, there is Fozzie. He is one of the first alpacas we got. What a guy!

In the portrait below, he is in a fairly fluffy state — shearing day was probably coming soon. He’s actually quite a slender fella! I just have to say…

You see this:

And I see this:

Ziggy

This. Guy. So handsome! Look at that roman nose! Be still my heart! I mean, who is handsomer? Ziggy or this guy?

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Seriously, Ziggy is right? And unlike his name, he is very chill and steadfast. He has nerves of steel, that Ziggy. Just like Fernando Alonso.

Boeing

Boeing is an amazing guy. His fleece is to die for. Long. So soft. A bit crimpy. Luscious. But he hasn’t mastered the finer points of life. There’s an expression – like a bull in a china shop. Let me suggest a new one – like Boeing in a mud puddle.

You see this…

And yes, he needs a little dental work. But don’t mention it, okay? He’s sensitive about it.

But he’s still a handsome guy, you know? Like he reminds me a little bit of this guy…

I see this…

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That is the only picture on the internet of Benedict Cumberbatch showing his teeth, by the way. It was hard to find.

Alex

Alex is such a handsome boy, in a slightly punk kinda way. I mean, he has 3 different colours of fibre on his head, c’mon! He’s hard to get a good picture of, though, because he’s always shredding a curve on his skateboard. Okay, maybe not.

You see this…

I see this…

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Because Aragorn was a strong and brave and smart leader! And Alex is all those things too. Especially the smart part. And he does seem to be the herd’s benevolent, calm leader.

I just can’t resist showing you this photo of Alex as a little fella!

Frankie

So, I didn’t mean to name Frankie after a mobster. It was just the name that seemed to fit. He is SO handsome, though, and I can never forget all the times I bottle fed him!

But he’s all grown up now! And he’s handsome like his papa, Ziggy, but tall and slender like his mama, Daisy. Slender when he’s sheared, that is.

You see this…

But don’t be misled by the floof. He’s so serious. Studious, sometimes. Stoic. What a guy. You see Frankie and…

I see this…

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And little Frankie, only a few days old here:

Pigpen

Just look at this face! The fluff! Our little Pigpen has grown into a big, handsome boy. One who really needs a haircut in this picture!

You see this…

He is so much like his papa, they can be hard to tell apart. But he has his mama’s teeth (thank goodness), and his papa’s beautiful fibre. He still likes to go nose-to-nose with us sometimes, and we often see him with a spot of green on his gorgeous white fibre because someone spit on him! He was probably asking for it. He’s full of spunk and life and he reminds me a bit of…

I see this…

I know you can see the resemblance.

Rupert

What can I say about Rupert? He’s kind of the class clown, but I think he’s just young, y’know? He’s growing up, definitely. Like emotionally. But I think he’s as big as he’s going to get. He takes after his papa, Ziggy, in that way. He’s a small guy, but he can hold his own. He most reminds me of…

I mean, come ON! So handsome.

Last but not least, our new guy.

Stanley

We’re still getting to know Stanley, since we adopted him less than 6 months ago! He’s super affectionate, loves people, is very curious, and even seems to enjoy being petted. But he’s never pushy, which is great. He loves giving real, lip-to-lip kisses. What a guy. He’s gentle and thoughtful too. His grey coat is the most beautiful colour and I look forward to shearing him (or getting him sheared! Let someone else do the work this year!) and spinning his beautiful fibre.

He reminds me of the handsomest grey-haired guy I could think of:

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This has been fun! What do you think of my choices? Can you see the resemblance in any of these guys?

Oh wait, what about the girls!?!?

Marley

Our Marley. What can I say about her? She’s a nice alpaca 364 days a year. On shearing day, she is the most uncooperative ‘paca I know. She will just refuse to walk. She’ll lay down and that is that. Getting her up again is… difficult to say the least. She’s a big girl — probably in the top 5% for alpacas. And stubborn. So stubborn. Last year, we sheared her laying down because there was no moving her.

She is beautiful though. Here’s who she reminds me of!

Daisy

Lastly, our beautiful Daisy. We’ve known her since she was born, and she was the cutest. She’s always been a supermodel. Absolutely beautiful. Slender and tall. She’s pretty even-tempered too, as long as you don’t try to touch her. She hates being touched or petted in the slightest. Daisy will leap out of the way if she gets an inkling that you might try to reach out and pet her. So I generally don’t! It just stresses her out too much.

She’s been a good mama to Frankie and Rupert. (Ziggy is their papa. They have a thing.)

You see this…

I’m so proud of her for being such a good mama. When Frankie was born, he needed help and we actually milked Daisy! I am probably one in a million on a list of people who have milked an alpaca!

I think miss Daisy is really ticklish, and that’s why she’s so jumpy! Shearing her last year, she would jump a little each time we touched her. Maybe more handling would help, but I don’t know.

I see this…

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Beauty is definitely in the eye of the beholder, and it’s ever-so-true for me and my alpacas.

Have a great day everyone!

Think Like a Farmer

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I grew up on a small, mixed farm in western Canada. My mom and dad raised beef cows, chickens, sheep, and we even had 2 dairy cows for a while and a horse. My dad grew all the feed for the livestock he raised. At harvest time, there was hay to make, grain to combine, baling to be done and all the other complications of trying to bring in a crop before winter sets in.

If you didn’t grow up on a farm, you probably have no idea what “other complications” I am talking about. And so you might think it would be fun to get some land and raise some animals. Alpacas seem popular, they’re adorable, so why not get a pet alpaca?! Since that’s what we primarily raise on our small farm, let me give you a little insight into what you are getting yourself into.

Before I jump in, can I give you some idea of what we’ve been through in the last 7 years? We’ve had 6 cria born on our farm, the first about a month after getting our alpacas. We more-or-less rescued them from some people who did not have enough room or the resources for them. We had to scramble a bit before that baby came, but the infrastructure was all in place, since my dad had farmed for all those years. Everything went amazingly well for that first one, Daisy. One year later, our cria died at ten days old, in part because of our lack of experience. It hurts to admit that, and we will never know the true cause, but I definitely feel like we could have done more. We had to bottle feed one little fella for 8 weeks — multiple times a day we made up bottles, warmed them up, and took them out to him. After 8 weeks, he learned to nurse! We had one cria born out of season (in October, way too late for Canada) because our farm-sitter made a mistake. Our elderly female passed away last year and it was so difficult. So I do know what I’m talking about and I’d like to enlighten you a little bit on what it means to raise livestock, because make no mistake — alpacas are livestock, not pets. And if you have never done this, you’ll need to make some changes to your life and your thinking.

Frankie quickly got the hang of drinking from a bottle!

First of all, to think like a farmer you need to put your animals’ welfare first. If it is 2 AM and you need to get up to check on them, you do it. Without hesitating. If you need to learn how to give needles to your animals, you do it. If you need to clean out a stinky barn, you do it. You no longer get to behave selfishly and you can’t complain if something is dirty/stinky/yucky/uncomfortable/difficult. (You CAN complain about the weather if you like. That’s a thing farmers do! 🙂 Raising animals is not something to do on a whim. It’s not always fun. It is rewarding, but it is bleepin’ hard work.

You’ll need to learn many new things; be prepared for that. Be prepared to feel foolish, out-of-your-element, and overwhelmed. Be prepared to make those hard decisions, like whether a minor injury is something you can manage yourself, or whether you need to call the vet. Sometimes, you’ll need to make these decisions fast, drop all your other plans and go.

Your animals will need you to care for them 365 days a year. You can’t take off on a whim or go on vacation whenever you want. You’ll have to spend some time training a reliable, responsible person to look after your animals for you. We’ve only been off the farm for an overnight period twice in seven years. (We do love it and don’t find this a hardship.)

Be prepared to spend money. If you have to buy feed, really be prepared. Their health depends on you feeding them well. Think about it — if you were someone’s captive with a limited area/ability to get your own food, wouldn’t you want something healthy and good-tasting given to you? You can’t just feed moldy hay because you are lazy or can’t afford better. You have to find a way to get something better. That’s part of the reason we make our own hay, but that is a whole other ball of trouble some years! Be prepared to spend money on a vet, and don’t complain about it. Again, you are their caretaker. If they need a doctor, get them one. Buy a horse trailer if you have to — and a vehicle big enough to pull it — so that you have that independence. If you can’t get your own horse trailer, find a good neighbour who can lend you one (which is not as good, since you’ll have to rely on them). Some vets will do house calls but it is better to have your own transportation. Save up a pot of emergency vet money (a thousand dollars might be enough) so that you don’t have to deny them the care they need because you are broke. You can save money on some things by being resourceful — like making your own alpaca coats or hay feeders instead of buying them — but don’t skimp on feed or medical care.

Making hay

One more note on feed and land: make sure you have enough. In most areas, one acre is not enough for 3 or 4 alpacas (a starter herd). They need grass to graze, so if you are somewhere arid, reconsider raising livestock as a hobby. If you are somewhere very hot and humid, alpacas may not be your best choice. That’s a far cry from their original habitat of cool and dry mountain plateaus. Check with local farms to see if the amount of land you are planning to get will be enough. And ask what type of fences they have, because you will need those too.

Raising livestock of any kind requires a cool head and big heart. You are probably going to fall in love with your animals. And then one day, they might be too sick to save and you’ll have to say good bye. You can’t not make the decision. Your cool head must prevail and you can cry later.

You’re going to have to be fairly organized, in general. You’ll have to know how much feed you have and buy more before you run out. In the case of alpacas, you can’t change their feed too quickly, so if you can’t get what you used to feed, you need to know that early enough that you can blend their food to make it a gradual change.

You can’t have any crippling vices like alcoholism, a gambling addiction or a disabling, chronic illness. You need a second person/team of people to help when you are occasionally sick — because animal care and feeding cannot be paused for you to get better. It is infinitely rewarding to take care of animals, raise them and watch them grow, but there will be personal sacrifices.

A few specifics for alpacas: I suggest you get a few females to start out. Three or four is ideal. Make sure you have their shelter/barn, water, feed and vet care all worked out before you get them. Keep them for a couple of years before you decide if you are ready to breed them. Learn everything you can about breeding before you start that journey. If you prefer to get only males, you may need to get some or all of them castrated. Find a vet who can do this. Males need much more room than females, because they’ll chase each other more.

Animals are smart and alpacas are some of the smartest. You’ll have the fun job of trying to figure out what they are trying to tell you, or what their behaviour means. Once you get to know them, by spending time with them and watching them, you can usually figure out what’s going on and why they are acting the way they are!

I’m sorry if I sound like a know-it-all. I don’t know it all. Some of the advice I’m giving we learned the hard way, ourselves. Thankfully, we had a nearby alpaca farm that helped us when we didn’t know what to do. I hope you can find one too — you can try Facebook or Openherd.org.

To summarize — Raising livestock is a fantastic adventure and huge opportunity for personal growth. Model yourself after successful farmers and be resourceful, smart, calm, independent, patient, curious, open-minded, hard-working, grateful, always do your best and don’t complain. I promise you, the hard moments will be mixed with plenty of beautiful ones.


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The Alpaca That Started it All

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When we moved back to the farm I grew up on, we started looking at the grass. We had a lot of it, and we started to dread mowing it. I thought it might be fun to get some sheep to help us mow it. My parents raised sheep when I was growing up and I had good memories from those years. Somehow, researching sheep breeds led to alpacas, and before long, I found two alpacas for sale on kijiji. They weren’t far from our place, so we went to look at them.

They were adorable, of course, and we fell in love with their big eyes, long eyelashes and fluffy bodies. The male was named Fozzie after the muppet whose colour he was (sort of) and the female was names Uki after a Japanese anime character whose bangs she had.

Uki on her way to be sheared

Before a month had passed, Uki gave birth — with no help from us AT ALL. In fact, we were at work when it happened and a friend who was staying with us at the time found the newborn being chased around the corral by Bunner, our dog!! We named this sweet little Uki-look-alike Daisy. She was deer-like, with her long legs and thin neck, and absolutely adorable. Little ones have no fear, so we melted from cuteness overload whenever she would walk right up to us, curious about who we are.

Uki and Daisy

Miss Uki was a very protective mama. She was always watching and prepared to intervene if she detected any danger. The first evening Daisy was in the world, she was settled in the grass of the main corral, looking about ready for a nap, when we had to pick her up to move her into the barn for the night. Miss Uki spit at me at close range ALL the way into the barn! Luckily for me, they were air-spits — a definite threat, but I was uninjured on the whole.

Miss Uki gave birth to three other cria over the years — Allie (who died young), Alex, and Pigpen. We thought she was pregnant again and due in the middle of June, however, I did not notice a very big belly on her and I was starting to wonder.

Uki just after birthing Pigpen!

The other day, Darren went out to do chores in the evening and he found her leaning up against a fence, shaking. She looked like she had parkinson’s — she was shaking continuously and leaning heavily on the fence to keep herself up. Darren called a vet and he came out to take a look.

We discovered that she wasn’t actually pregnant after all. That was sort of a relief, in that we didn’t have to worry about a premature cria — we only had to worry about Uki. The vet suggested that some thiamine might help, but it was hard to get because of shortages. He managed to take blood so that we could try to figure out what was wrong with her. The only problem was the timing — it was the Friday evening of a long weekend, so lab results would not come in for probably three days.

We managed to get her into the barn but she just would not stop shaking. She spent most of the night leaning against the walls of the barn. I slept on the couch and checked the alpaca cam frequently throughout the night (we have a security camera in the barn, thanks to wifi). Much later in the night, she laid down and got some rest, we think. I tried not to fear the worst.

The next morning, she was uninterested in kibble and did not quite seem to be herself. She wandered around the corral, as if looking for something. It almost seemed as if she was absent minded. Occasionally, she would walk up to me and stop quite close to me, which was utterly out of character for her. She disliked people and always stayed exactly one arm’s length away… far enough away that she couldn’t be petted… at least not easily. So it was very strange for her to stop up close to us.

After walking with her and watching her in the corral, I wondered if she could see okay. I noticed that if I walked up to her from her right side, she did not seem to see me coming and I could pet her. She seemed to be able to see better on the left. I watched her walk around, not eating or drinking and I started to worry. How long can an alpaca go without food?

We were able to get some thiamine from alpaca-farmer friends later that day, which helped some. She was able to lie down and rest that night, and she was shaking less. However, she was completely uninterested in eating and seemed to be completely blind. Sunday morning, I sat with her a long time in the barn, and took a close up photo of her. We had to help her stand up in the barn so she could go outside.

After helping her up, she walked outside, and right into a fence. And then a building. She couldn’t see at all, but was intent on walking around the corral. So, Darren and I followed her around, gently directing her path so she wouldn’t hit anything. From time to time, she would have a shaking spell, so we would hold her head and help her stay up. When the spell had passed, she’d start walking around again. The other alpacas definitely knew something was wrong and they watched at times to see how she was.

The whole gang (except Uki): Daisy and Marley in the foreground, and all the boys lined up along the fence. They were a little worried about Uki.

That afternoon, she started shaking even more and the good periods between her shaky spells got shorter and shorter. We called the vet again and asked him to bring the medicine to euthanize her.

We didn’t know what was wrong with her — specifically, what was causing the thiamine deficiency and preventing her from gaining weight — and she wasn’t eating and the seizures were getting worse. Poor girl. The vet agreed that the best thing to do was end her suffering.

We watched the chemical stop her twitching, and then her breathing. Sigh. Our girl was gone.

We dug the biggest deepest grave we’d ever dug and buried her on the edge of the hay field. We let Daisy and Marley in the field while we were digging, and they ran around in the tall grass. They knew what we were doing.

Thank you Uki for gracing us with your presence. You were such a good mama. We loved you greatly and will really miss you.

Give your pets and loved ones an extra hug today. You never know how long they will be with you.

Uki and Pigpen
Pigpen following his mama around!
One of the last pictures we took of her
Uki leaning on Darren during one of her seizures.

Making a Parka for an Alpaca

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I should probably apologize right now, as this is going to be another of those oddly-specific posts that you are going to either get VERY excited about, because it’s exactly what you need, or it’s not relevant to your life at all. This post is about making coats for alpacas! 🙂

These coats lay across the animal’s back and attach under the belly with a strap and fasten across the front of their chest with overlapping panels and either straps or velcro. Let’s start with the basic shape. I found this pattern image online and used it as a guideline. I would love to give credit to the originator, but all I have is this google drive link.

The U-shaped part at the top is where the alpaca’s neck will go, and the chest straps will connect across the alpaca’s chest and the belly straps will connect under the belly. You will need 2 measurements for the alpaca you are making the coat for: around-the-belly circumference and length of back (from neck to tail).

My first venture into making coats was last fall, when we knew we had a baby on the way and it would be due in October. What a heck of a time of year to be born! So I made two coats — a lightweight one and a warmer one. I used measurements off the internet for the sizes of coats that were for sale. I was so glad I did. That little guy really needed his coat! He was basically born shivering and after I dried him off, I put it on him and he perked up a lot!

Look how pink his ears and nose are!

The next day, I made him a neckwarmer and put that on him too.

As he got bigger and winter got colder, we put his thicker coat on him. This one was insulated with alpaca fibre from his mama!

Isn’t he adorable!?! He grew up really well and is still very gentle and likes to come nose-to-nose with me. I think he knows we will take care of him no matter what!

Okay, we are in danger of getting sentimental, so let’s get down to business and look at how I made these coats! 🙂

I guess I didn’t take many pictures of the construction of the first coat, but here it is all finished, waiting for the little one to be born! My mom supplied the light blue fabric and wide velcro — thanks Mom!
Making the second coat: The pattern piece overlaid on fuzzy cloth.
To add an insulating layer, I hand-carded alpaca fibre and made it into mini-batts which I laid out inside the coat, overlapping a little.
I machine quilted the coat and added a windproof layer — the dark blue fabric (thanks again, Mom). It puckered quite a bit, but at least the alpaca fleece layer would be anchored well.
I underestimated how big Pigpen was getting, so it didn’t even fit him! I had to make the coat bigger… or the straps longer!

I felt pretty good about how that went! We used the light blue coat for Rupert for a few days when he was born this summer too!

I think he likes it!

If you just can’t get enough of these little ones, check out my posts here.

One cold evening last year, I noticed our elderly female, Uki, shivering. I felt so bad for her! She was still nursing little Pigpen and earlier in the year, she had been putting a lot of energy into growing him and not her coat.

The proud mama, not long after Pigpen was born! (He had just stood up!) Yes, that’s a washcloth on his back. I had to run back in the house for his coat!

So, I quickly made up a three-layer coat to help her keep warm. This year, with more time to work on it, I made some alpaca fibre into batts and added a quilted layer! I used the existing coat as a pattern and cut out the cloth from an old but very soft sheet.

Here is the coat laid out on the floor. The batts are different colours because it is fibre from different alpacas!

Using full-size batts was far better than hand-carded fibre, and I only anchored it every 3-4 inches.

I quilted the coat by hand with thread, tying small knots. I seem to love projects that take a lot of time!

I machine quilted the section at the chest, so that it isn’t quite as puffy. I figured out how to do it without the cloth puckering (thank you, internet). I then stitched it to the windproof layer in ten or so places. We put it on her tonight, even though it isn’t forecast to be too cold. She is pregnant again, with her cria due in June, so I think she might just wear this coat all winter!

An alpaca in a parka!

Last year, the coat was a bit too loose and would sometimes creep forward and end up bunched up around her neck. Hopefully now that it’s a puffy coat, it will stay put better. I did it up as tightly as I could.

I should make another one in case Daisy needs it! She is still nursing little Rupert, but at least she is not pregnant too. What a toll that must take on a body!

Now I have friends asking if I can make coats for dogs! I’m not sure I want to get into that racket… but then I hate to see an animal cold! 🙂

Take care, everybody! Stay warm!

Ack! The alpacas got out!

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We had some extra excitement today! Just a little backstory… last time I cut hay with the swather, I got stuck. Actually, I only got one tire (out of three) stuck, but it was really making a nice round pothole and I couldn’t drive out of it, so I had to get the tractor to pull myself out, which worked fine. I left behind a round crater-shaped rut/pothole that I have been wanting to fill in so that we can go and finish cutting hay. Yes, it’s the latter part of September and I’m not done making hay. But at least the forecast is good — really good!

So, I used our riding lawn mower and a small utility trailer to haul some dirt/manure/wood shavings to fill in the pothole in the hay field. There were some nice molehills out there too, so I harvested them — I scraped the loose dirt off with a shovel and filled the utility trailer. I have been needing some nice loose dirt on the yard, and in particular, near the house.

A little more backstory: There are 3 areas of our yard. The hay field is out beyond the main yard. The alpacas (right now, it’s 5 of the boys) have access to the main yard during the day, which is all fenced to keep them in. Near the house and driveway, there is an area that is not fenced so when we drive on the yard, we aren’t going to be dodging alpacas right away. I’ll call this the “house yard.” To get onto the main yard from the house yard, we have to drive through the main gate.

Resuming my story: coming back from the field, I drove through one gate onto the main yard, past the boys who were lounging in the back, and then drove through the main gate that would let me into the house yard. Since I thought it wouldn’t take me long to unload the trailer, AND the alpacas were way off in the back part of the yard, I left the main gate open. Big mistake.

Once I finished unloading the dirt around the house, perhaps 5-7 minutes later, I hopped on the riding lawn mower and headed for the gate. I immediately saw the boys coming through the gate into the house yard! I sped up and shouted at them but all 5 boys came through the gate anyway! Don’t they know what a woman shouting from a riding lawn mower means!?!?

So here I was, the only one at home, with FIVE alpacas to chase back into the main yard BY MYSELF! Oh man. I ran around with my arms spread wide (that’s how we “round up” alpacas) trying to get them back through the gate. They split into 5 different directions, ran around where the raspberry bushes are, over by the car, and down the driveway! I sprinted down to the end of the driveway to chase them away from the road. I was so afraid they might wander onto the road and get hit by some truck driving by!

Imagine trying to get behind these guys and move them all together in one direction! By yourself! Not going to happen!

Somehow, I got Fozzie and Pigpen back through the main gate onto the main yard, so I closed the gate. They stood right there, of course, to watch me run around, trying to round up the others. But how could I get the rest of the boys back onto the main yard with the gate closed? If I opened it, Fozzie and Pigpen would just run back onto the house yard! Such buggers! So I opened a man-gate (just a bit wider than a person) that is closer to the house and continued trying to push the 3 remaining boys in that direction. They would scatter sometimes, as I chased them, and go into the secret garden past the strawberries. There’s a maple tree in the way, that they ran around too. At one point, two of them were near the metal gate and I thought if only it was open, they would go through. So ran over there, chased Fozzie and Pigpen away and opened that gate. Pigpen made his way over to the open man-gate and went back into the house yard! But, Ziggy and Frankie went through the metal gate, and I managed to manoever — half-chasing, pointing to the open gate, urging them on! — Alex and Pigpen through the main gate too.

Whew. That’s when I realized I was sweating like crazy. But I got it done.

I did not think I could do it. One person can’t chase 5 independent-thinking alpacas! I was madly formulating strategies: I thought I might have to halter them individually and drag them through, but it is NOT easy to catch and halter them; I have never done it solo, and doing it out in the open? Forget about it. I thought about flagging down the next person to drive by to be a human fence, just to keep them from running into the secret garden and raspberry area. I thought about calling a neighbour to help. My husband was at the garage with our truck, so he could not get back to help. I thought I might be late for work, with all this chasing! Thank goodness, they seemed to sense my urgency at the end and they finally went where they needed to go. After I was done, I put the riding lawn mower and told them boys that if that area was fenced, I would let them stay there and someday I would do that.

I am so grateful that none of the boys actually went on the road and got hit by traffic. I am so grateful that Fozzie and Pigpen went back easily. I am so grateful that the other boys eventually cooperated too. I got my sprinting workout for today — a bonus on my regular FarmFit program! It was an alpaca rodeo with a good outcome.

Take care everyone! I hope that you can go through today with some lightness and joy and perhaps imagining me running around, chasing ‘pacas as they scattered everywhere helped!

Rupert and the Gang

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I thought it was high time for some new photos of the alpacas and their antics!

Rupert is growing quite well, and he is officially 2 months old now! Here’s a cute one from when he was only a few days old, wearing a coat. I put it on him when there was rain in the forecast and I knew his momma would want to graze outside. He didn’t wear the coat for very many days and when it got sunny again, I took it off him — probably the day I took this photo!

What a guy! This is Pigpen’s coat because he really needed it last winter!

I will never tire of little cria! 🙂

And here’s a more recent photo… Doesn’t he look bigger and older? And BLONDER!

Have you seen Fozzie and his gang, hanging around the pool on a hot summer day?

From left to right, Alex, Frankie, Fozzie (in the pool), Boeing and Ziggy

And then other times, they just graze! It is actually pretty hard to get a photo of them all together, because they love to spread out all over the yard.

And for those who are wondering, haying is generally going well! We did lots of loose hay and then put the baler in service, after some adjustments, and made some small bales. So far, so good! We have just cut some more and if the forecast holds true, we should be able to make some more bales.

Take care, everyone! Hope you are getting enough time outdoors these days!

Welcome Rupert!! Our New Cria

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We have a new cria!

Last July, Ziggy had a few minutes with Daisy and look who got born 11-and-a-half months later!! When the shearer was here, he noticed that Daisy was pregnant and expecting soon (there are ways to tell!) so I checked my little farm notebook and sure enough — Daisy was expecting ANY DAY!! Two days after shearing, little Rupert came into our world.

Although he is the 6th alpaca to be born on the farm, this is the first time we got to watch it happen! All the other times, we were not home when the little ones were born. This time, I was checking Daisy every hour and we got to see it ALL! IT WAS AMAZING!!

Rupert was trying to get up within a minute of being born, and he seemed very energetic! After many tries — his balance was so off and his legs were so wobbly! — he stood up! Within a short time, he found his mama’s milk — something we are always nervous about — and he nursed. He rested some too but seemed to be perfectly healthy and vibrant. My heart smiles!

We are so pleased with how he and Daisy are doing! She is a good mama and he seems to be thriving! You might want to follow me on Instagram at Teresas_alpaca_cam on Instagram where I try to post photos as often as I can! Of course, usually when the ‘pacas are being extra-cute, I don’t have my phone or camera with me! 😛

Alpaca Fleeces for Sale!

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I’ve been hoarding all my alpaca fleeces, but I’ve decided it’s time to sell some! This fibre is a spinner’s dream. It is great quality and I will skirt it for you (shake the dust out and pick out most second cuts and vegetable matter). They generally have 3” staple lengths or so (see photo with ruler).

If you are interested in buying some beautiful alpaca fibre from our fuzzy family, please send me an email! 🙂

The boys:

Boeing, our big white guy has excellent fibre (he won second in a contest) with lots of crimp. It’s a very dense fleece and pure white once cleaned, so you can dye it any colour! 🙂 He has a big fleece and a long staple length. Asking $25/pound.

One Boeing fleece, skirted, is a bag and a half! All other fleeces fill one bag!

Ziggy is a little guy but he also won second place in a fibre competition. His fibre is a beautiful cinnamon brown, excellent quality and spinning it might impart some of Ziggy’s zen attitude to you! Asking $20/pound (generally about 2 pounds per fleece).

Frankie is Ziggy’s boy (also cinnamon brown) and they are very hard to tell apart! Right now we only have 2 of his fleeces (because he only 2 yrs old)! His fleece is also excellent quality and nice and soft, and we’re willing to part with one. $20/pound.

Fozzie is our only black alpaca, but you’ll notice the tips of his fibre do bleach out a bit from the sun. His fibre is soft and crimpy. $20/pound.

Alex is Fozzie’s son and his fibre is really soft! It’s a touch lighter so I’m calling it brown/black and the tips really lighten in the sun. Asking $20/pound.

The girls:

Marley is a big girl — she’s like a linebacker! — and she grows a very nice cinnamon brown fleece too. Asking $20/pound.

Daisy is a lovely light fawn colour and she has grown some beautiful fleeces. I gave one to a friend and she spun it and weaved it into a gorgeous tapestry! It’s soft and has a good staple length, and it’s light enough, you could probably dye it other colours. $20/pound.

Miss Uki is Daisy’s mama and we have no idea how old she is! She was one of our original alpacas, so we have several of her light fawn fleeces! Sometimes, the staple length and quality suffers a little due to her being pregnant or nursing. She’s had 4 cria for us in 5 years (she’s a good mama)! $15/pound.

If you would like it cleaned, contact us to discuss a price. If you would like it carded, we could talk about a price for that, too! We also have quite a bit of second-grade fibre (mainly from their necks) that can be used for pillow stuffing (in batts), or needle felting. It is not really suitable for spinning. It certainly is not as soft or fine, and it has some guard hairs in it from the chest area (visible in Marley’s photo). Contact me to discuss getting some of this second-grade fibre.

Please leave a comment or email me if you are interested in buying some Fozzie, Boeing, Ziggy, Frankie, Alex, Daisy, Uki or Marley!

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Welcome Pigpen! Our New Cria

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Most baby alpacas, or cria as they are called, are born in summer, but last fall we went on a holiday and our farm-sitter accidentally left a gate unlatched one day, and so one of our female alpacas get pregnant. Eleven-and-a-half months later, we waited with great anticipation for this little guy to be born! 😀 Here he is, less than a half hour old!

He was born at 4 pm and temperature was zero degrees Celcius, with a slight breeze! What a time to be born! I had come home and saw Miss Uki acting a little strange and by the time I went to the house, had a quick bite to eat and got back out again, he was born!

He was all wet and started shivering, so I went to the house and got some clean cloths to dry him off. I put a facecloth on his back temporarily to keep him warm!

Even though he is our 5th cria, it’s the first time I’ve been there right after birth. His instinct to nurse was immediate. It’s amazing! He was making sucking faces and looking up. He was shivering so I helped him stand up. He started looking around for where he could get something to eat. They have the instinct to look for somewhere dark, and out in a sunny field, their momma’s underside is the only dark place. So he started looking there! I stood back and watched but he didn’t seem to be really finding her teats and latching on.

I decided I should try to help, but every time I got close, his momma would turn and face me and if I got too close, she’d spit at me! She’s so protective! The other two girls, Daisy and Marley, were coming in to check him out too, and Miss Uki spit on them too. They were interfering with the little guy’s ability to nurse, since Miss Uki kept moving & spitting!! So I tried to separate them out, but it’s pretty hard for one person to move two alpacas who have no desire to be separated from their friends!!

I decided that at least I could move the cria over to the barn to get out of the breeze. Of course, everyone followed! Isn’t he adorable?

I had done some research and prepared for this day by putting extra straw in the barn and making him a little coat. I found the rough shape of a pattern online and the measurements from a store that sells cria coats. I had some thick polyester fleece, some thin quilted fabric, and my mom gave me some fabric to use as the windproof, water-repellent outer layer. I put the coat on a small heater to warm it up. He perked up so much after we put it on him!

The first couple of hours are so critical for a new one to get a good drink from his momma. Her milk has essential nutrients and immune factors that the cria needs. Miss Uki is an ornery alpaca, and VERY protective, so every time I tried to point him in the right direction to get some milk, she would turn and face me and spit. I tried repeatedly but I realized I might not be helping! So, I had to let him find it on his own. I was pretty nervous since last year, our cria Frankie could not find his momma’s milk and we ended up bottle feeding him for 7 weeks! Yikes, that’s a lot of work! And he was not as vibrant as he would have been if he’d been nursing. So, this cria born in fall REALLY needed his momma’s milk for all the energy to stay warm and grow!

Luckily, as long as I stayed far enough away, Miss Uki stood still and eventually it looked like the little fella found the milk! His head was at a good angle… he seemed to be suckling… he was under there a long time… he is nursing! Yay!

That first night it went down to -12 C! I got up at 1 am to check on him, to make sure he wasn’t shivering or getting hypothermia. He was pretty warm, and since I disturbed the alpacas and Miss Uki stood up, the little guy went straight to her for a drink! Double yay!

On day two, he had lots of energy, and after a few days, he even started tasting grass!

We always wait a few days before we give a cria a name. He is pure white like his papa, Boeing, and on his second day in the world, he was already finding ways to get dirty, like his papa! So we named him Pigpen, after the character in the Charlie Brown cartoons who was always a mess!

Boeing was very interested in how his offspring was doing. I’ve never seen a papa as interested as this. He often stands by the gate or fence closest to wherever the girls are.

It’s been over a month, and now we have lots of snow. Pigpen outgrew his first coat so I made him another one! I used alpaca fibre I have on hand, sheared from his momma, to insulate the coat. 😊

I just can’t believe how hardy and amazing crias are. He is exploring the world, running around and tasting new things. The cold does not seem to bother him so far. On day 2, we gave him a pink neckwarmer to help prevent heat loss. He’s so spunky, still tries to get away when we have to adjust his coat. He leaped all over when we gave him the new coat yesterday! But he also still comes nose-to-nose with me every day, and gives me a sniff. We even have a game we play where he follows/chases me, then he runs away. Then I turn around and chase him, not that I could catch him!! Then I run away, as fast as my ankle will allow (I sprained it this summer). And so on for 4 or 5 times. It is, undoubtedly, the highlight of my day! 😄

Thanks for reading! I will be blogging more now that winter is here, and I’ll let you know how Pigpen does! 😀