Last year, I had three crías. Just three. Every time, I have to look a few times to discern which one is in front of me. As they’re growing, they’re reaching the size of the young ones, and Dora, too, gets involved in the mix-up.
They are all intentionally unrelated. Even more, they’re not all the same colour, which varies between white and light fawn. Yet still, every time, I have to check a couple of times before I can decide who I have in front of me.
Kestle Alpacas 