This morning I went to see the girls. Some are due to give birth. But they’re just keeping us waiting, as they do.
I looked over the fence, the girls were all spread, making their way to the lower part of the field, to the shaded area along the oaktrees. It was 7am and already feeling quite warm.
Only Aruni was at the top. Our around 20 years old girl, drinking water from the trought. She gave me the pose she had always shown. And I find her defiant and majestic. I try to figure out her years back in the Andes. A ella le hablo en español.
Then she clicks with her mouth, and Perlita copies her pose. When I look at her, Pearl gets closer to me and sniffs my nose. Then she walks away and copies her mum squaring up to me, and follows me gently down to the shade to check on Ivory, who is taking pride in being the most visited alpaca in the whole world, as we await impatiently for her cria.
Kestle Alpacas 