Our original four boys came from Ardo Alpacas in Aberdeenshire. We are not alpaca breeders and have our boys purely as pets. Our experience is that you don't need to be a breeder and that a 'batchelor herd' can give much pleasure to the owner. We have 5 acres including our big garden and grazing for the boys, 15 miles north of Inverness, Scotland. I spin, knit, felt and crochet with the fleece from the boys.


Just a reminder that clicking on (most) of the photos will show them greatly enlarged.

Sunday, 5 October 2014

The Sunday Post

Gully is always up for having his picture taken!  Now that the temperature has dropped he's a much happier 'paca as there are not so many flying beasties around to bother him.
Here is the herd facing 'the threat' - our neighbour's ginger Tom-cat walking down the track and at least a couple of hundred yards away! Faro is in the middle of the group with his tail up - he's already seen and discounted the cat and thinks it is the human with the camera that needs watching instead.
Faro again.  We're pleased that at last the deposits of 'dumplings' are now changing to something more solid, described as a bit like 'hand grenades' according to one of our blogging friends!
Just like his pal Gully, Gaucho likes to pose for the camera.
The 'munch bunch' - Rufus (left) Fyta and Fidget at the rear.  We penned the boys earlier this week and trimmed the nails of Fergus and Fidget our white boys as last time they were done was the beginning of July when James Dixon the shearer visited. Fergus was less than impressed by the procedure and Fidget decided to 'cush' rather than have this front feet touched although his rear nails were done.
Thursday saw us in Marybank giving a talk to around 50 members of Club 55 in the village hall.  Unfortunately only part of the audience could be fitted into the photo but it was a lovely visit with plenty of interesting questions to answer.  The event was finished off with a lovely bowl of soup - thank you ladies, and hope that some of you can find time to come and meet the boys.
And finally...........this photo was taken this morning and is of the boys lining up at the gate thinking that it's about time they were on fresh grass in the adjoining paddock.  I've mentioned before that they instinctively know when it's time to be moved - deep joy tomorrow then  guys!  The blog title comes from the fact that the first edition of Scotland's Sunday Post newspaper was published 100 years ago today - just a few years more than this Sunday post has been blogged.


  1. Glad to hear that things Fara is now passing "hand grenades"...hope they don't present a hazard during poo picking!!

  2. Whoops...sorry for the mis-spelling Faro...should have checked before publishing, shame on me!