I had been looking forward to it for ages. We had some of my oldest friends and some of my best friends round for a bit of a barbecue and a camp out in the garden. My only regret with events like these is that I could spend all evening in the company of any one of those attending. I feel, as well as hungover, a bit sad that they have all gone. I miss them all already.
Anyway what a night we had. The weather gods beamed from above and we got down to business in the garden.
At about 7pm the eagle eyed Lady Mayoress of Inca, Tracey, pointed out that Bannock was behaving a little strangely. Sure enough on closer inspection it seemed that she was in labour. I am sure she waited for my birthday to give birth, either that or she was waiting for an audience! Bannock was struggling a wee bit, she was 362 days pregnant and it was obvious that the cria was going to be a bit of a whopper. With a little assistance from the Chief of the mighty Inca Clan, Bannock squeezed out (it was an eye watering birth guys) a big brown Jack of Spades boy. A bit of a surprise as we were expecting a black girl, obviously!
Not only big but very strong, Rafiki, as he has been named, was soon up and running and feeding well. As you can see from the picture below he is a very handsome young chap too, we are very pleased with him. Lovely head on him.
Just to catch up on a few more names, our little Jack of Spades boy out of Poppy has been named by my father. He will be registered as Patou Resilient. Yes, as you may have guessed Dad is ex-military. He will be known in the paddock as Roger. Next to him in the picture below is Patou Rosa, a lovely little Columbus girl from Priscilla.
Finally, when the sun went down and the temperature dropped the alpaca hats once again came out. As you can see most of us, especially those of us with shiney heads are sporting Patou's finest knitwear, all knitted by my mum. Marvellous.