A little confused

The weatherman this morning forecast a 'good growing day' with sunshine and showers and he was right. One minute glorious sunshine the next strong winds and showers, even hail very briefly at one point.

Little Palm-Olive is looking good, she is modeling a very fetching alpaca coat to keep her warm and dry. I had to laugh at her at lunch, she had been whizzing round the field like a mad thing possessed and got all confused about who her mum was.

She approached the first white one, Oonagh who very gently pointed out she didn't have any milk and wasn't her mum. Next she tried Little Miss Irraquoy, who since being pregnant is having a bit of a hormone overload and can be very very touchy who sent her packing immediately.

The she moved on to Katia, who is one of the girls we have for sale, due to birth next month. Palm-Olive was sure this was her mum, she was humming to her, trying to get milk and determined not to give up. Katia was blowing air (not actually spitting) at her, pushing her away and running off but still Palm-Olive followed her. In the end I had to go and get her and show her where mummy was and she was straight at the milk bar.

Willow is still looking like she is really struggling with her baby bump, whilst Aria is running to the feed troughs and happily going about life. My vet has always said that Willow is a drama queen. She now has a bag of milk so I don't think she will be much longer, she's at 333 days gestation.