The joys of feed time.

A bit of an optical illusion here as the bowl seems so small - but this is caused by the size of Gaucho's head and top knot.  Reading Lisa's blog (www.one-perfectday.blogspot.co.uk) about feeding her herd down in Tasmania made us laugh.  Trying to get our boys fed properly, without aggro and the occasional spit (putting all the others off), can be a bit of a job too.

We tend to feed the boys their supplement by laying out their bowls in a large semi-circle.  Generally they will go to  their bowl in the same order - Fergus is first (but often pushed out of the way by Wee Eck), Faro is second(in a metal bowl!) and Fidget is always last!  Fyta almost always lies down to enjoy his grub like this.

Wee Eck standing next to Fyta often has to be coaxed to start eating (he just wants to be hand fed!) with the result that he is always last to finish and spends his time chewing, making camel noises, guarding his bowl and fending off approaches from others intent on grabbing his food!  Faro is also a very slow eater and if disturbed will leave his bowl so we try to make sure he is left in peace to eat (you can tell that these rugged mountain machos don't get fussed, can't you?)

Gully (left) with Faro.

Rufus with Hunkey Dunkey and his hens in the next enclosure.

Wee Eck is one of those alpacas with curly hair all over his face, over his nose and under his chin.  It's a hard job to see his black eyes amongst all the curls.

And finally............'himself' got the mower out yesterday for the first time this year and soon got it clogged with moss.  He kept complaining of 'achey-breaky' backache, but with views like this from the veg garden, whats the problem?  He'll be wanting sugar in his tea next!