The unveiling of a complete pronker.

I have been working very hard over the past 8 weeks on a secret training regime for one of our alpacas. It is now the time to unveil the fruits of our hard work.

I say 'our' hard work because I have been working in tandem with Patou Alacazam, the sparkliest alpaca in the herd.

Al was born in August last year and grew well on his mothers milk and the lush grazing here in Patouland. There were seven other cria born last year and they played and gambolled as a group. It was only when Al was nearly 6 months old that I discovered that he wasn't pronking with the other youngsters in the evenings. When they pronked around the field Al would be way out in front. Way out in front because he was running like the clappers and not pronking. He was not a pronker. He was a runner, a flat out, ears back runner.

This concerened me as I felt that he was missing out on an essential part of being an alpaca. I felt that something needed to be done. I needed to try at least to turn Al into a pronker.
Thus we began the long road to pronking. The training started in late February and to begin with was conducted in the dark to avoid ridicule and embarrassment to the both of us. Al was pretty much on board with the idea straight away. He initially thought that the rest of the cria were in some way defective because they spent so much energy going up and down rather than getting on with the speedier art of 'ears back' sprinting. When I pointed out the enjoyment that they were getting out of pronking and the wonderment with which people watched them he became focussed. Totally focussed. Al wanted to be a pronker too.

We tried various excercise regimes aimed at increasing his 'upward' movement and depressing the flat out speed element of his running. It was not easy at first and I wore through the knees of several pairs of trousers demonstrating the art of pronking. I have to say that we had tears along the way, tears of sadness, frustration, shame and ultimately tears of unbounded joy.

His secret training regime came to a halt last week on Friday with his first full pronk in public. I was there with the camera and have captured the moment for us all to savour.

If you will allow me I will expain what is happening in the attached movie clip. The rest of the herd gathered in front of the house in anticipation. The news of Al's first public pronk had got out and there was a buzz around the herd. The only member of the herd that refused to believe he could do it was Henry. He point blank refused to watch the attempted pronk.

Al's best friend, Barney went with him for support to the bottom of the field and said he would pronk with him. Several over excited herd members in the girls field decided to run along side him. The main bulk of the herd waited at the top, fingers crossed.

I write this with great pride, Al is the little black alpaca seen entering the shot from the left. He ends up posing magnificently in front of me, chest puffed out with pride, as tears of joy stream down my face. Henry is seen scowling at me the whole time through. We have had words.

Al is now a fully fledged pronker.

Now if that isn't drivel I don't know what is.

My vision

Hello folks, sorry for the lack of blogging over the past few days.

Once again I am laying the blame on the day job. Jeepers Creepers it gets in the way!

Today I was in a meeting all day discussing stuff and as I was not required by law to be an active participant I kind of glazed over, looked out the window (well stared at the blinds where the window was, actually) and started thinking about alpacas. In particular I was thinking about my vision for the future of the mighty Patou.

My mate and mentor, his horribleness..........I mean honourableness Timbo of Inca has been a great source of alpaca knowledge to us over the past three years or so and I listen to every word he says, well perhaps not every word, he is Australian after all. Suffice it to say that I listen to most of what he says for he is a wise man, a very wise man.

However, I remember in particular, whilst metaphorically sitting at the masters feet, listening to his vision for the future of the Inca herd. It was all very interesting and I have been thinking about his vision for a while. I thought it was about time I put my vision for the future for the mighty Patou out there for all to see.

I see a herd of black, brown and fawn alpacas. The colours, for me are easy but the look of the alpacas themselves took a little more thought. A lot of thought actually but I have now settled on the 'look' I would like our herd to have. The 'look' of the herd is based on five alpacas.
First up is the magnificent Poppy who has won three rosettes for us. She is the most gorgeous brown girl with a black face. She is, in my opinion a beautiful alpaca. Her sire is the legend that is ATA Cambridge Centurion, her mother is our spit fountain Bobby, a Mateus girl.

Second up is Amelie, daughter of our beloved Lily (Shafts Dream) and another Centurion daughter. 'Millie' is so neat and compact and has the most beautiful coloured fleece. She took two rosettes for us this year and we really are looking forward to seeing her progeny when it comes.
Thirdly I just love the look of our fawn girl Patou Fifi. Fifi is the friendliest alpaca in the herd and is quite content to stand there eating whilst you rummage through her soft dense fleece. She has the most amazing coverage and is a serial 'nose nuzzler'. Fifi is a Wiracocha's Dream girl and we also own her mother Dee who is a real favourite.

Lastly to the two boys who I really love to look at. Two herdsires that will hopefully play a big part in shaping the look of the Patou herd. Our own Cambridge Columbus, a superb looking animal with conformation that I can't fault. A beautiful head, a heavy frame and great balance, he is a cracker.

And last but by no means least, the big boy himself, Lillyfield Jack of Spades of Inca. Jack is the only animal of the five not owned by us. He is owned by Tim hey at Inca Alpaca but we are so impressed with him that he will figure largely in our breeding programme over the next couple of years. An absolutely magnificent looking animal. Big, strong, proud and just great to look at from any angle.

So there you have it, my vision of how I would like the mighty Patou herd to look.

And before you all start, NO COPYING!.

Tea Time in Patou land!

Well us poor old duffers down here in Wiltshire have had a go at increasing the technology levels. When the herd is called to the sound of a whistle and the rattle of a bucket they come running. For some reason I wanted the world to see it.

Today I did the whistle/bucket thing whilst Sue waited with the little Canon on video mode. The girls came albeit a bit suspiciously at the end. Normally the charge doesn't end until the troughs have been reached. Anyway if it works and you can see some video footage you can see the mighty Patou in motion in glorious technicolour. If it doesn't work then doo biddly splot I'm a silly twot. By the way there is no sound, the herd was in stealth mode.

Up close and personal

It's been a busy old week here in Patouland. As usual the 'day job' or to be more accurate this week, the 'evening job' has got in the way and reduced my alpaca time. However, we seem to have squeezed a fair bit in.

Lily is still improving, so much so that she has kicked me quite hard twice this week. I think she is getting a little bit fed up with injections and being poked and prodded. She still loves me of course, I can see it in her eyes. I see her kicks as a little way of her telling me 'I'm doing very well now thank you, I'm fine, just stop hassling me!' She has never kicked anyone before so it is a sure sign that she is full of beans, fantastic actually, she can kick me black and blue if it makes her feel better, no problem. She can't kick anyone else though, just me, she loves me!

Yesterday we had a visit from Diane and Nigel from Kent. They are thinking of relocating to the peaceful bliss of south Wiltshire and starting a herd of alpacas. It was nice to see them and to introduce them to some of the mighty Patou. Good luck with the house sale guys. There you are, a mention as promised!

Before they arrived I was out amongst the girls for some close up interaction. Sue popped out with the camera and snaffled a couple of snaps.

I know what you're thinking.....a nice picture of alpacas spoiled by some rotund baldy bloke.

Just get out of the shot will you! I couldn't help it though, the smell, the noise, the munching, dare I say the sneezefarting..........they put up with it all!

Happy Easter!

What a cracking Easter weekend we have had down here in Patouland. I have been off for 4 days and have enjoyed being at home with nothing to do but potter, play, entertain and look after.

The weather has been good with a superb day today of warm sunshine. So warm that we took Lily's coat off first thing this morning and she has been out grazing with the sun on her back all day. Marvellous. I have just been out to take a picture of her but she is so keen to get as much food in as possible that she hardly ever looks up. Eat eat eat, that's our Lil'. Anyway I hope you can see from the below photo that she has indeed started to put on weight. She continues to improve.

I have also been doing a little 'lawn mowing' today, alpaca style of course! The girls wandered in and grazed around the mad labs who were crashed out in the sun. Poppy, Ruby, Millie and Ronnie here doing the gardening.

Yesterday was supposed to be spit off day to see who has stayed pregnant over the winter. We pretty much know anyway but we thought we would let Columbus have a sniff of the girls for the first time. He has been very keen up to now, always straining through the fence as they walk past to have a sniff, keen as mustard. Anyway we gathered together the girls who we weren't sure about and I led Columbus into the 'mating pen' to await the first girl. In she came and he went all funny. He looked away and then just stood there. Not interested. I wheeled in the next girl and he didn't want to know. I prompted him. I orgled at him, but no, he had apparently turned. He was having a bit of a gay moment. In frustration I let the rest of the girls in. A couple who were very obviously pregnant let him know about it but he just stood amongst the other girls and they chatted about clothes and washing machines. I bustled him away back to the boys paddock where we had a very in depth chat about being macho and stuff. He promised me he would do better next time. Its a good job he looks the part and has balls the size of duck eggs!

Lily update

Right folks, pin your ears back for some seriously good news.
I spoke to the vet yesterday about the results of Lily's latest blood tests (the third).

Her PCV count (this is the Packed Cell Volume) is up to 17.
When she was initially 'about to die' her PCV was at 10. Four days after coming home and four days after 'Operation Fightback' commenced it had risen to 12. Now two weeks after the battle began it is up to 17. Apparently a normal PCV count ranges from 25-45, however, from what I have read whilst swotting up on all things anaemic, it can naturally be lower in camelids. In other words Lily's count is almost where it should be.

How fab is that? I'll tell you. It's pretty much stand up on the roof of the tallest building in the village and shout your head off until your eyes fall out. That is how flipping fab it is!
Her haemoglobin level has also risen, from 4 to 5.6. Apparently it should be between 11.3 and 19 so she still has a way to go there but she is heading in the right direction.

The rest of her blood results were absolutely normal which is such splendid news that it makes me want to dance in slow motion in a field full of wild flowers with the sun beating down on my naked torso. You mustn't try and picture that in your head, seriously, it could do you great harm.

Other news here in Patouland is that Sue and I have decided to give the Bath & West show a miss this year. The youngsters will be overfleeced by then, Poppy will be pregnant hopefully and Columbus, who we were going to be taking if we had gone, will be pretty busy with the ladies here on the farm. On top of that I am working that weekend. In my little mind I can hear a collective sigh of relief from the big breeders as the news of the absence of the mighty Patou showteam gets around.
Anyway we can't fit any more rosettes in the house.

Lawnmower? Who needs one?

Can I start by saying thanks to you for all the kind comments about Lily and the showteam and for all you people out there who take the trouble to take time out of your day to take an interest in what we are doing here.
I have to say that this 'little blog team' performed extremely well at the Spring show, with many rosettes won. Good on you and lets keep it up. They won't see us coming until its too late and then the world will be ours for the taking (mad professor cackle).

Life in Patouland was a bit more relaxing today. No work for me and young Angus to keep me company. Basically we have belted the leather of a football and he can now spin pass off both hands and execute a very respectable dropkick with a rugby ball. That's my boy!

I was supposed to be cutting the grass as it has grown well in places and is lush. Mmmm. I bet the alpacas would like a bit of that lush grass action I thought. A quick whistle and the herd was up. Garden gate open and in they trotted to get stuck into some nice green stuff. The lawnmower can stay in the shed for a litle bit longer.



Above is Patou Amelie, back from the show enjoying a nice snack in the front garden.



Whilst in the side garden, Lily, Bobby, Ruby, Joy and some other fluffsters tucked in too.

Poppy was soon in on the act and skipped around a bit before settling down for afternoon tea.

Other than that we have had a good couple of days. Penny, now a month old is doing very well and Sue took a lovely 'headshot' photo of her yesterday which i thought I would share with you.

The vet was back yesterday to take some more blood from Lily. The results will give us a good indication of what is going on. She seems to be improving all the time and she has started to regain some weight. In fact she hardly ever seems to stop grazing and galloped up at feeding time this morning. I took this photo of her this afternoon as she modelled her brand new alpaca coat. Very fetching indeed! She is not going anywhere that girl, except maybe to win a show or two next year!!!!!

Right enough of this sitting in front of the old computer, Bangers and mash to prepare for the future captain of the world. The rest of you get back to work.