When we go to Minnesota, we always spend our time with my husband's aunt Ida and her daughter, Kathie.
His aunt is 94 and his cousin is our age. ( Not wanting to tell things that cousin might not want told).
Kathie is our trip planner and list maker. She always finds cool things to do and this year was no exception.
On a Sunday, we had nothing on the agenda, since we had done a church service on Wednesday. So, on Saturday, we asked the planner what we were going to do Sunday.
When she came to her mom's she told us to load up the van and we would take off. She didn't tell us where.
Like kids on a Sunday drive we wanted to know where we were going and when would we get there.
When you are the rider, you really don't want to hear, " Ooops. Was that my road?" However, when you are with cousin you always hear, " Was THAT my road?". So, we didn't get too excited.
Then we arrived.
At the Alpaca farm.
When we got there, we went into the barn where the owners had gathered the alpacas and we heard this strange sound. They were humming. They were shuffling and pushing each other. And humming.
We found out that they were upset by something out of the ordinary...US.
They hum to communicate. They gather together when they sense something out of the ordinary.
There was a lot to say.
There were strangers here and what did they want. We got to feed them and that settled the matter as to whether we could stay.
Their upper teeth are actually a soft palate that they use with their bottom teeth to pull off the grass. They are curious and some are hams. They like to have their picture taken and we had one that would pose. The above mama and baby liked to watch us and let us take their picture without a problem.
The reason they look funny is because they had sheared them about a month before we got there. They do not shear heads or limbs. Mama had had a traumatic year and did not have a heavy fleece coat, so they were letting her wait till next year for shearing. Baby had been sheared.
Thanks for joining us on the Alpaca farm.