Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Yesterday afternoon, as I sat here at the computer looking out the window, I noticed a lady I almost recognized walking toward the door. I popped up and opened the door and she said "Remember me? The alpaca lady?" (Incidentally, when people say "remember me?" they ought to follow that question with their name. Just in case I don't.)
She (Of course, I can't remember her name, although I do remember what a nice lady she is. Alice?) had been driving by and decided to visit her alpacas, see how they were doing in their new home. "Oh of course," I said, mentally picturing her horror to see them as they look now - wet, tangled, stuck full of burrs, dirty. They were pristine at her ranch. Of course, they lived in a barn with concrete floors.
We walked out to the pasture and I locked up the goats so that we could feed the alpacas unmolested, and lo and behold, when she called their names they came trotting right up to her. Benji even let her pet him. "what nice fiber you have, Benji," she said, digging her fingers into his coat.
"Does their fiber look about right," I asked, "I mean, for when they were last sheared?"
"Looks great. They look just great."
Phew! Still, I had to apologize about the burrs. "Look at Benji's head," I said.
"Yeah, well. When you get him sheared next May, they'll just have to take off his whole topknot."
They're gonna look so silly.