alpaca, alpaca, alpaca

The strangest thing of all happened this week: Eugene and I were actually alone in the common room together, so we chatted about knitting and literature. It was marvellous. I also had an opportunity to do something for extra credit - a field trip to an alpaca farm.

Here's something you should know: I love alpacas. I love their fleece, I love the weird humming noises that they make, and I love the way they look. They just have very sweet eyes, I think. The trip to the farm was a lot of fun, and I only broke my self-imposed yarn diet a little--but then, I don't think diets should count for local yarn.


Two alpacas frolicking.


The two guard llamas.


An alpaca named Raven, who loves humans and human contact, and was described by her owner as being like "a giant dog."


Including laying down on the floor like this.


Some of the white alpacas.


This one kept looking right at me! I think he wants to be my friend.