I stayed up late, late for me that is, not for the rest of you, and watched the Electric Proms. Noticed that most of the audience had the words of the McCartney songs off by heart, including me. Showing our age particularly if you get misty eyed over Hey Jude, a real end of party, gosh there is no wine left, anthem.
This morning I went into, you can’t get the staff mode, as the yard had not been washed down properly and there was to much mess. I hate mess. My father was a very tidy farmer and blanched when entering farmyards full of crap and old machinery. However all that essential maintenance does take a lot of time. We’ve just started painting all the hurdles that make up the penning in the barn – we might finish by Christmas!
The female cria with pneumonia has died, she lost five kilos in a week, having grown on very well before that, a real shame. Only one other alpaca on the farm has ever had pneumonia and she is alive and due to have her first cria early in the spring. The newborn is full of beans, thank goodness, and is a very pretty little fawn boy.