We have had a little storm of alpaca births with cria popping out everywhere. One was the classic case of a horrified new mother where she twirled round and round wondering what the hell was going on with her back end. When the cria emerged she tried hard to ignore it so I decided to lock them in the barn together for an hour. An hour later I return to be greeted by a raving mother who wanted to kill me for having the temerity to go near her cria! All was well. They have also taken to giving birth at six in the morning which entails a wild dash with the iodine clad in slippers and bathrobe, getting over a fence in that gear can be quite challenging. And there is a dust bowl which has become the favoured birthing place – result white crias that are a lovely shade of Devon brown.
