It was a melancholy day at Lost River Alpacas Sunday when two of our favorites left to go to new homes. But hey, you can't keep them all.
We acquired Sancho through a trade, and he came all the way from Ohio. Sancho is the sweetest gentleman. He was always the last one to leave the barn in the morning, and kept me company until I sprayed his legs with the hose. I always wondered if he just liked my company, or was he waiting for that spray. Then again, he spent most of the time cleaning out the grain feeders for those last morsels.
This is Eve on drugs. She had just had a procedure done on her ear to correct a chronic ear infection. She was definitely a favorite, having been bottle fed for three months, and very friendly. After I loaded her in the trailer I gave her a hug and then started crying.
So our herd is down to 27 now. Both the girls and boys are feeling a bit disconcerted, a bit apprehensive. They know one of them has left, and they will be a little at odds for about a week, and then their new positions will go into effect.
Sancho and Eve have gone to live with some wonderful people in Eastern Oregon, and I know they are going to be well cared for and happy.