At Kestle Alpacas, we wait for the world to wake up before we ask our youngsters to stand on their own. While other UK herds find their rhythm in the heart of the December chill, we let the winter pass, shielding our smallest from the biting frost and the wet until the sun finds its strength again.
The first week of separation was a melody of longing – a soft humming that rolls through the paddocks. Our youngsters would follow in our footsteps, looking for the comfort they once knew from their mums, but they soon found solace in the shared spirit of their siblings. With a difference, Obsidian was missing mum the most, as he’s the youngest in Kestle and Dora is a very protective dam. Gabbro was most indifferent, boasting the calm and gentle nature he’s taking from Grace. And Sidero, showing off his size, behaved more active and curious.
Even across the fence, the air can carry a mother’s voice and her scent, a proximity that can cast a shadow of stress over the herd. This year the youngsters are out of hearing and visual reach. They are close to the big boys. We have set a new paddock fence, with a line of wire separating the weaners, for their own safety. Boys at both sides of the fence have already strengthened their friendship. You can find them all sitting close in the evenings when they find their resting spot for the night. We will keep them here for at least another month, for a buddy’s side is the best medicine for a restless spirit.
Kestle Alpacas 