I am fed up with alpacas standing on my toes. The shoes I bought to wear around the farm all summer have totally collapsed and when I walk down the track I can feel every stone. This is not good as diabetics are supposed to take particular care of their tootsies. Joshua and I set off yesterday on a protective shoe buying operation. He got Trucker boots as he is working on a building site and tried them out while accidentally dropping a breeze block. I saw some pink and white trainers that have steel toe caps but sadly not in my size – the only attractive footwear in the place. I compromised and bought some shoes which don’t look too bad but with steely toes, watch out, I could do serious damage with a kick. I got Chas to stand on my toes – fantastic, couldn’t feel a thing.
A premature cria was born this afternoon from one of our best young girls – typical. It is nine months and three weeks and is still alive, temperature slowly creeping up, now at 36 after an hour and a half surrounded by hot water bottles. It has had a bit of glucose out of a bottle as he has a strong suck now. If he keeps going we’ll give him plasma in an hour or so and then move onto a bit of milk tonight. His mother is not convinced and is staying on the other side of the pen for now. It will be a first for us if we manage to keep a cria born this early alive.
We have had the first two viewings of Lower Vulscombe courtesy of Knight Frank. Fancy a house with nine acres?