Hello!
I was looking out the kitchen window this morning, just after 9 and to my surprise, there appeared to be two little ears poking up in the llama area. Could it be? I put on my coveralls, boots, hat and gloves and went to investigate.
Still wet from birth, the little butterscotch baby was in a kush position, that is with her very long legs tucked under her, laying down. She was small and so very beautiful. But, whose could she be. All the llamas were eating. Stanley was busy breeding Karin. It must be either Lucy's or Joyce's baby then, but neither looked like they had just birthed a cria. Stanley, you would not be breeding Karin, weak from delivery, sore from her first baby, now would you? He was.
When he was done, Karin got up and went to her little one. Joyce showed particular interest in the baby and a bit later I found out why. The cria, stood on shaky legs and nursed from Karin, showing indeed, that was her mother. I went to the shelter to check things out and there was another cria there, frozen and fairly new. I suspect it is Joyce's baby and was cold, then died. It could have been any other thing that was wrong. The little one that was gone was a beautiful white girl with suri type of fibre, that is long and silky like Stanley's and white like Stanley's.
Try as I might, I could not move Karin to a safer location. I pushed, I pulled and I shoved. I put her baby on the other side of the fence, and still Karin would not budge. Finally, I called my friend, Dale, for help and fortunately he and his wonderful wife (they are awesome people) came with a long rope. Dale tied one end to the fence post and put the other at Karin's behind, while I pulled pushed and shoved her through the gate. The tap, tap, tap of the rope worked and she finally went through. Then I gave the cria to Dale, who carried it with Karin following, to the new pen with the Angora goats and Walter, the Cotswold ram who is done with his job for the year. Karin did not stay where the shelter was and instead took the baby to the far side under the trees. Ofcharka and the puppies went to investigate with Robbie. Ofcharka laid down beside the baby and began to lick her cleaner. Her mom had already done a great job and she was dry, but Ofcharka just wanted to be sure. I told him to quit and leave her and he went a few feet away and laid down to watch over the baby. Good dog. The puppies were not too interested after a few sniffs and played in the snow and Robbie just wanted to know what was next, huh, huh?
So, one life lost, one gained, one possibly created all in a matter of a short time. Nature is without equal in its perfection, so abundant are the blessings. I am grateful for the little baby girl cria today, and for her mom and for the father, Stanley and the amazing creation of life. Thank you Creator!
Still wet from birth, the little butterscotch baby was in a kush position, that is with her very long legs tucked under her, laying down. She was small and so very beautiful. But, whose could she be. All the llamas were eating. Stanley was busy breeding Karin. It must be either Lucy's or Joyce's baby then, but neither looked like they had just birthed a cria. Stanley, you would not be breeding Karin, weak from delivery, sore from her first baby, now would you? He was.
When he was done, Karin got up and went to her little one. Joyce showed particular interest in the baby and a bit later I found out why. The cria, stood on shaky legs and nursed from Karin, showing indeed, that was her mother. I went to the shelter to check things out and there was another cria there, frozen and fairly new. I suspect it is Joyce's baby and was cold, then died. It could have been any other thing that was wrong. The little one that was gone was a beautiful white girl with suri type of fibre, that is long and silky like Stanley's and white like Stanley's.
Try as I might, I could not move Karin to a safer location. I pushed, I pulled and I shoved. I put her baby on the other side of the fence, and still Karin would not budge. Finally, I called my friend, Dale, for help and fortunately he and his wonderful wife (they are awesome people) came with a long rope. Dale tied one end to the fence post and put the other at Karin's behind, while I pulled pushed and shoved her through the gate. The tap, tap, tap of the rope worked and she finally went through. Then I gave the cria to Dale, who carried it with Karin following, to the new pen with the Angora goats and Walter, the Cotswold ram who is done with his job for the year. Karin did not stay where the shelter was and instead took the baby to the far side under the trees. Ofcharka and the puppies went to investigate with Robbie. Ofcharka laid down beside the baby and began to lick her cleaner. Her mom had already done a great job and she was dry, but Ofcharka just wanted to be sure. I told him to quit and leave her and he went a few feet away and laid down to watch over the baby. Good dog. The puppies were not too interested after a few sniffs and played in the snow and Robbie just wanted to know what was next, huh, huh?
So, one life lost, one gained, one possibly created all in a matter of a short time. Nature is without equal in its perfection, so abundant are the blessings. I am grateful for the little baby girl cria today, and for her mom and for the father, Stanley and the amazing creation of life. Thank you Creator!
In the new pen
Now that is a good day!
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