Alice, the cavapoo, foolishly ventured into the birthing paddock yesterday when we were in the office. Heard tremendous, terrified dog noises and shot out to find Serena with newborn cria at foot, giving Alice a good going over. I thought she might be dead but she has emerged unscathed apart from a rather shitty bottom. Can you blame her?
Serena gave us a very chunky Paris son, born on a lovely day, no assistance required. I kept an eye on her as when she came in for her morning feed she was rolling and moaning. Every time I came up the track in the mule she had reached the next stage and about an hour from the rolling the cria had plopped out into the sunshine. Yes, sunshine, we don’t get much of that.
We have bought a wondrous come to hank yarn winder from the USA. It is a very nicely made piece of kit, a hearty wooden job with a motor and we’ve been winding off hanks of the 2/9nm to send to the Knitting magazines for review. I am amazed by its beautiful handle as it is not even baby but fine grade, you’d think it was baby.
A human Alice came today to buy some alpacas. She owns a very good looking pug , light fawn with dark ears, so the dog Alice, now that her jabs are finished, enjoyed her first serious playtime with a fellow canine. She’s a game little girl and had an excellent time.