Cas-Cad-Nac Farm Chronicles
News from the Farm
Close only counts in bocce, horse shoes, and hand grenades: fiber boys at CCNF
For years we have felt that non-breeding alpaca males are the natural by-product of a serious breeding program. While everyone must of course use their own standard when evaluating young boys (and sometimes older boys too), we generally feel that if we are really asking ourselves whether a given male is a legitimate Herdsire prospect…
All they need is love…
The photo at left is of two siblings sharing a midday nap in the sun, though in this case the siblings in question are not twins. Every good picture deserves a good story of sorts… We owe much to our beloved female Opal. It’s not enough that after winning multiple Championships herself, including two at…
A nice trifecta
As you may have gathered from posts over the last month or so, the birth ratio of males to females around here this spring and summer has been rather slanted towards the testosterone. It happens. In fact the whole reason the Arena here is the size it is (140′ x 200′ when you include the…
CCNF Open Farm: It’s officially ON.
So after batting it around for a week or so and seeing how things looked around the area, we have made the call that we will go ahead with our participation in National Alpaca Farm Days, 9/24 and 9/25. Below you will find the blurb I also just posted to the “what’s new” section of…
First day of school
After three months of having the boys around, the farm and particularly the house where my office is, is almost eerily quiet. I took Sam and Max to school this morning, having to leave 15 minutes earlier than normal in anticipation of the Irene-related detour we’ll be dealing with for many months ahead in the…
Mommy, how could you let them do that to me?
Jen, Kim, and Sam spent most of yesterday afternoon doing what will most likely be the final cria shearings of 2011. We’ve learned the hard way over the years that if we push that activity much past September 1st around here, the weather can get sketchy at a moment’s notice. No one, after all, wants…