Saturday was shearing day at Blue Moon Ranch!
It started with getting alpacas into the barn.
“Oh, shit, what’s going on?”
Then they were wrangled into the shearing station, where they couldn’t kick or squirm and get accidentally cut.
Alpacas spit when they’re mad or scared. Shearing makes them mad AND scared, so there was a lot of spitting. So much spitting, in fact, some of them got a sock as a temporary spit shield.
My job wasn’t so spitty: I got to label and bag the fleece after it was off the animal.
In spite of the spit and the scared alpaca noises, after it was done, they seemed fine. Just much smaller.