Prized, as in given a prize. A show prize. A recognition to the standards we are breeding towards.
I am exhausted at work. At some point I was supposed to give it up and live out of some other thing. It is leaving me no time for the farm. The other half takes care of it. It is not the same as getting involved in all this media connections, farm shows, matings and vaccinations… I really have no more time to give it. Some days I cannot visit them if I have to do trainings for work. Sometimes I wish I was the privileged one that is full time mum and nothing else.
Today I am looking at a mountain of trainings piling up to keep my knowledge up to date, my registration and my job. I have no time to skirt my fleeces and the show is in two weeks. A local show. Last year we got a third and a fourth prizes. I really would like something better this year. All the wool from last year is not sold yet. I should take it to the mill. Or I could work on it myself. But I’m tired and need to make more family time.
I think I am just having a bad day.
A few weeks after the previous paragraphs and three shows after, we got something back. Yes, the skirting could have been better. Repeated comment from different judges. Other than that, we are doing a good job. We have been told with rosettes and evaluation charts. What would it have been with more time to get ready. It is enough for me for now. We are very proud. We will be better prepared next time.
Kestle Alpacas 