Last week was, in a word, horrific. Alpaca are very tough animals (they are prey animals that live 1000s of feet above sea level) and stillborn births are rare. It is also rare that moms develop complications from birth, so it was a perfect storm of horror last week.
There were some good things that came out of it, and as I spend some time reflecting on things they pop out here and there like fireflies on a dark night. The love and support of the alpaca and sheep community, Ann's patience and calmness, the great help and advice of Dr. Long, even when he was traveling, and the wonderful care from the Large Animal Hospital at Oregon State. I learned so much last week about animals--both biologically and -- I guess I would call it spiritually. I was accepted with open arms by the alpaca world and that was so nice, as I have been feeling without a place outside my family for a while.
Most of the time when I wasn't with the alpaca or at the farm I was staring into space, and did forget about the third 12 Days of Christmas sock. But I did cast on for it Saturday night and got a start on it: