Shearing Day

I don’t think I slept a wink all night. Counting alpacas instead of sheep, sleep still eluded me as I watched the clock tick slowly in anticipation of our day ahead.  I was up and dressed early, farm chores done before David could even get his first cup of coffee.  Left the house earlier than we needed and headed to La Dolce Vita so we wouldn’t be late (had to stop and kill time at the local coffee shop so we wouldn’t be too early). We were so excited to participate.  We never realized this experience would forever change our lives.
We were the first to arrive and Susan was already in the barn, and there, in a barn stall was a less than an hour old bundle of pure white.  A new baby alpaca, white as snow trying to get to her feet, we were told the correct term was a cria.  What a beautiful sight, David and I had a hard time focusing on shearing as we kept going back to look at the new cria.  David was smitten with this new life, why does God make baby animals so adorable?
Shearing on the other hand was an experience that we are not prepared for. The alpacas were not enjoying it at all, but to see and feel the beautiful fur (called fiber as we were corrected) is indescribable.  After the alpaca were sheared they looked like aliens, I am not sure if even the other alpaca’s recognized each other.  The feel of the fiber of the animal was so soft and warm, you wanted to touch it to your face.
Baptized by all of the new terms, sights, smells we felt overwhelming but also exhilarating.   I’m not sure David and I talked on the way home, just processing all of the day and wonders filled our heads.
As we were falling asleep that night all David could do was talk about his new love, Theresa.

I don’t think I slept a wink all night. Counting alpacas instead of sheep, sleep still eluded me as I watched the clock tick slowly in anticipation of our day ahead.  I was up and dressed early, farm chores done before David could even get his first cup of coffee.  Left the house earlier than we needed and headed to La Dolce Vita so we wouldn’t be late (had to stop and kill time at the local coffee shop so we wouldn’t be too early). We were so excited to participate.  We never realized this experience would forever change our lives.
We were the first to arrive and Susan was already in the barn, and there, in a barn stall was a less than an hour old bundle of pure white.  A new baby alpaca, white as snow trying to get to her feet, we were told the correct term was a cria.  What a beautiful sight, David and I had a hard time focusing on shearing as we kept going back to look at the new cria.  David was smitten with this new life, why does God make baby animals so adorable?
Shearing on the other hand was an experience that we are not prepared for. The alpacas were not enjoying it at all, but to see and feel the beautiful fur (called fiber as we were corrected) is indescribable.  After the alpaca were sheared they looked like aliens, I am not sure if even the other alpaca’s recognized each other.  The feel of the fiber of the animal was so soft and warm, you wanted to touch it to your face.
Baptized by all of the new terms, sights, smells we felt overwhelming but also exhilarating.   I’m not sure David and I talked on the way home, just processing all of the day and wonders filled our heads.
As we were falling asleep that night all David could do was talk about his new love, Theresa.

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