Jen Pietsch
Orcas Island, WA

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Monday, December 6, 2010

postheadericon Rockin' around the Christmas Tree!!!


Yes, I am still going at it with the Christmas songs. It may/will become more difficult for you to read, and me to come up with as the month goes on. Sorry for us both.

Harken back to a couple of days ago and Brooklyn and her general lack of desire about nursing. Well, the mother of next 'little boy' is her sister. I could probably stop right here and let you fill in the blanks but I will go on only because I promised an animal a day.

Orcas Moon's Rocky Cilantro

He sounds like he should be a hit man in Queens but he is just a funny little alpaca
boy. Born to the fairy- Tinkerbelle, he is a bundle of spittin' funiness.

Rocky has been a fighter from the start- hence his name. He is also a little bit of a joke- hence his name.

Rocky joined the world on a fantastic summer day. It was picture perfect for alpaca birthin'- unless you are Tinkerbelle his mother. Tinkerbelle is busy. She is busy, busy, busy contemplating the universe. She is busy in a Zen sort of way. You know lots of watching birds and grass growing and the farmer across the street. Babies? not on the agenda. Birthing is for other alpaca- not her. She is busy.

Wow! Rocky rocked her world! She was not claiming ownership of him, sounds faintly like Brooklyn? She didn't even recognize him? Baby? what Baby? It might have been a classic case of post-traumatic stress or general disregard for her motherly responsibility.


Luckily Rocky is a fighter when it comes to getting what he wants (kinda a spitter too, but I digress). M-I-L-K that's what he wanted. Even if we needed to halter and hold his mom he wasn't giving up until he got what he came for. This is both good and bad. Rocky only liked milk- no grain- no hay- a little grass and a whole lot of milk.



Try and halter-train an animal that can't be bribed with food. Good Luck. Well because I am an amazing animal communicator-or just really lucky getting him to bend to my will, we did get him trained up and sent packing to the shows.

Here is just one more story about my little bunny Rock-a-Mow-Joe. I was getting ready to take him into the show ring, but he didn't feel quite like going so he covered my glasses in- I am trying to think of a funny way to say it but, there just isn't one- Spit. Luckily A.C. was there to rescue me and hold Rocky while I wiped my glasses off- green- yuck.

I turned around to claim him and she too had gotten a faceful of green. A. C. handed Rocky off to my ever so lint free, spit free, always quite put together friend Kris Olson. I quickly went to get him before any more damage was done and ...well...I was tooooo late. Green is NOT Kris's color.

Rocky is a funny little boy! We wouldn't change him for the world.






Sunday, December 5, 2010

postheadericon What Child is This?

Here is the disclaimer- pay attention- this is not my animal- he ajists here. Which means he lives here and I get to love him and his owner gets to visit and cart off his fleece. I soooo have the better end of the deal- except the poop thing.

It's Orcas Moon's Sargent Pepper...Or is it Pepper Pots?...or is it Reilly's Red Pepper? It's it's...

it's the

THE RED DEVIL!!!!

Don't be fooled and taken in by his sweet face and gentle demeanor. He is a devil at heart. No not really, he just takes after his mother a little that's all. (Doesn't the mother always get blamed?)


Look here he is innocently nursing away with his mother Mickey.
The Red Devil (fine, so it is not his real name- but let's call a spade a spade- and chicks love a bad boy with a tender heart) He is the king of pasture escape through the gate or under the gate it doesn't matter- this boy has talent.

Devy is, all kidding aside, nothing short of amazing. He is super sweet he just likes to stir the pot a little. Look at this picture,


This is the same day he was born! He is a full month younger than the other three in the picture. What a funny little boy. Bossy too.

R.D. was born while I was away at work on Shaw Island. I left farmer Jeff to watch Mickey, the mom. The first day I came home from work, Jeff told me, no worries, no baby yet. I watched them allllll day. See for yourself. This all sounds great doesn't it? Except that he was watching the breeding males- funny they didn't go into labor.

I left for work the next day after moving the girls so that Jeff could see them from his desk. (duhhhh) confident that all would go well.

It DID!!!!

My farm man called me at work- which he never does- to tell me we had a new beautiful girl. Nope not a typo. I said girl. Long story short which I don't do often. Farmer Jeff was demoted to money making Jeff after labeling the manly man, Red Devil, a girl, which for a week we called Pepper Pots, from Iron Man- who is totally hot and is a red head like him.

Yearly we send in fleece from each animal for testing. The lab lets us know all of its characteristics from fineness and crimp to length etc. Well...the finest (softest) fleece on the farm award goes to

Move over Penny...it's


The Red Devil!!!!!!

Here he is in a few photos teaching his pasture mates the fine art of dancing or is that martial arts?



I am throwing these just for fun. Notice the color of his mother Mickey's spot above her eye is the same color of her cria. Her last cria had the same thing except Minnie's spot is on her chin.



postheadericon That's an order!


***THIS IS NOT TODAY'S 24 DAYS OF ALPACAS POST***

Actually what I am really saying is that after I tell you all about the 'little boys' I am going to start to draw randomly from a hat to decide which animal to showcase. I really don't have a favorite therefore I don't want to have to leave anyone until last. It will be random.

Okay that's it.
Saturday, December 4, 2010

postheadericon We Three Kings...


Oh my goodness it has come to this. I am using Christmas Carols.

The next three days I will be dedicating to what we here on the farm call 'the little boys'. This name was given when they were indeed little. These boys are from last year (2009) when we had three boys and a girl. I am puzzled as to where to begin. We always talk about them as a group but when you meet them individually they are obviously nothing alike- except anatomically well almost. Mysterious huh?

The game is afoot! (Too much Sherlock Holmes)

Here is the biggest of the 'little boys'...(drum roll)

Weighing in at 21 pounds at birth..fawn and cimpy I am pleased to present


BUDDY



Buddy is from the year of herbal names so his 'real' name is Orcas Moon's Sage Prince- why such a big name? he was huge, and has only gotten bigger. Buddy was born on the day that the movie Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince was released. Let me clarify, he was born while we were in Friday Harbor watching the release of the Movie.

Don't you just hate it when you miss the cool stuff. The movie wasn't really great, loved the book- however, there isn't anything better than watching a smooth birth.

We came home and well there he was. He gets his giant stature from mostly his giant (not freakishly so) mother, Ember. Ember is a fantastic Mom. You don't want to get close to her cria- she is a little protective (understatement).

Shortly after farmer Jeff took this photo we all had to run- Ember was getting a little defensive.
Buddy is a gentle giant with beautiful, lustrous, apricot colored fleece. He went to four shows last year and our boy took home a pair of ribbons from the two biggest ones. I am taking him to show again this year which is a big decision. It is challenging in my trailer to load a yearling male with all of my babies from this year male and female.

I will try, no really I will, to get a couple of more current, photos of him to share. I so wish everyone could visit with Buddy- he leads well, and is sweet, sweet, sweet. (I do not say this about all of my animals, just wait till you read about some of our less angelic camilids)



Well Ember I guess you were busy while we were at the movies.



Buddy being taken care of by mom Ember and his big sister Channel.



Almost ready to go to show.
Friday, December 3, 2010

postheadericon On The Third Day of December my Farmer Gave to Me...


BROOKLYN!



I finished yesterdays blog by letting you know that Brooklyn and Pippi are never apart. It only seemed right to talk about Brooklyn, Pippi's mom next.

Brooklyn was one of the first alpacas I trained. Okay let's admit it, I was trained to train with my girlfriend Brooklyn and her equally good looking girl friend Manhattan. I spent a bitter cold March week with Janet Franklin (master of 'pac training) being taught how to teach Brooklyn and Manhattan to walk on a lead. This was done in preparation for my first show- Alpacapalooza! I will never attempt to train two alpacas in a week. Now I usually start in February and give it plenty of time.

Janet got me trained and I helped her to train the girls. Brooklyn, Manhattan and I left Janet on the farm and were lucky enough to hitch a ride with my not yet good friends Kris and Albert Olson from San Juan Island. Off we went to Puyallup, Washington (Do not attempt to say this word you WILL say it wrong. It is pronounced Pea-y'all-up).

I was only able to stay for the first two days of the show, and then had to get back to Chicago for work. I showed Manhattan and we got the gate (I have of course, a story about that). Before taking the girls back to the islands Albert did me the kind favor of showing Brooklyn. She took a fourth.

It was unreal to be called in the middle of Seatac airport by someone who you never knew was going to be such a great friend, and to be told that an animal, that up until two weeks ago you didn't know, and that wasn't able to walk on a lead, won a ribbon at a show with over 900 animals. I was actually smiling and jumping up and down (only a little jumping).

My doe-eyed beauty princess.



Brooklyn

Tune in tomorrow!
Thursday, December 2, 2010

postheadericon December 2nd


Pippi!


Yesterday I told you about or oldest alpaca, today it's our youngest. It's any ones guess who is tomorrow! Feel free to leave feedback here all you folks that have visited us or lurk this fine blog.

Pippi is our youngest girl and animal on the farm. She is a go getter...she has to be if her mother is ever going to feed her. Pippi joined our family in late August of this year a full month later than the three other cria born on the farm.

Looking back on the day I shutter to think how it could have gone all wrong. Brooklyn her mom, was a maiden (aka a first time mom) and a beauty queen on top of that. And was in labor for EVER. Okay much of the day. She would moan, yell and separate herself from the herd- classic labor. Brooklyn seemed to be pushing but getting nowhere with the whole thing. She was wearing herself out.

I have been able to ease other cria out who were a little stuck but this one wasn't going anywhere. It seemed that Brooklyn wasn't dilating and Pippi wasn't going to get out.

Dr Schuler came out after my failed attempt to scootch the Pipster out and it took three of us (not including Brooklyn) pulling, prying, praying and holding to get the itty-bitty out.

She hit the ground at just shy of twelve pounds.

As soon as she got her feet on the ground from a pretty traumatic birth she was off. Brooklyn was a bit reluctant to feed her. Pippi wanted to nurse and Brooklyn wanted to be next to her, but nursing was not what she had in mind. Eventually Pip wore her down and got what she wanted and we all believed this would be the end of it.

No way! Pippi has to chase her every time. Brooklyn will take her to the far end of the field and maybe consent to nursing. Pippi is getting bigger and Brooklyn is getting smaller so they must have worked it out. The two are never apart and are constantly humming back and forth. To hear them is one of the sweetest sounds ever. She is a looker just like her Mom.

Here are a few pics. (Do you like how I put them at the end so you have to keep reading?)



That was a lot of tugging for such a little bit of a thing!

Brooklyn and Pippi- ALWAYS together

Look closely and you will see mama Brooklyn in the side of this picture.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010

postheadericon Even Mother Doesn't Believe I can Do It!


Thanks Mom for your extreme vote of confidence. I can tell you are behind me all the way.

I have puzzled over what order to talk about all of my fabulous fleeced friends with you, but really haven't come up with a plan. (Don't worry I didn't hurt myself with all of that thinking.) I really don't have a favorite but there are days that some are more entertaining than others.

So...totally almost at random...


Number 126

MICKEY
Ahhhh The Queen!

Mickey is our oldest girl in number of years on earth but one of the youngest we have on our farm in spunk and attitude.

You are probably wondering why
  1. I prefaced her name with a number- 126?
  2. I call her The Queen - much like someone would call the president (whose name I cannot bring myself to utter) Mr. President.
  3. We sometimes even call her Susan
Number 126

When Jeff, the kids and I moved to our new home I was seriously concerned how I would ever be able to tell all of these camels apart. My goodness they all looked the same. It took me less than a week of 'getting to know them' (scooping poop, feeding etc.) to figure out who they all were and how they fit in.

Mickey was a standout- she had a number tag in her ear...icky. Animals aren't numbers especially on my farm. The first thing I did once I figured out who everybody was, was to get that darn thing out of her ear. All it took was scissors. I saved the tag to remind me who she was when I moved in. It hurts me to even look at it.

The Queen

She is ALL that.

Mickey may be just a skinny little thing but man don't get in her way...or the way of her family. First in line for grain is always Mickey. Hay too, she is first. One more interesting thing about my girl Mickey is that she holds her head up high. We aren't sure if this is because she used to have really long fleece on her head or just really good posture but holy cow she always has her nose in the air.

Susan?

Okay we have reasons why we call her Susan- she reminds my husband, my Mom and I of my ex-sister in law. Not in a bad way at all, Susan is a very nice person with incredible posture and taste for the finer things.

So there you go Mickey!!

Here is the best stealthy picture I could find of her- skinny girl going under the fence!

Okay so I will go and take a couple of head shots!