The next evening we came home and the boys had multiflora rose tangled in their beautiful coats. We knew we had to get those twigs out before they tangled in, and ruined their fiber. In addition, Picchu could hardly walk because his twig wrapped around his back and then down across the back of his hindlegs effectively hobbling him. Mack went in to work on them while I took care of the birds. A few minutes later he came over and said "Now I know what alpaca spit smells like." Mamma Shanna got him and got him good! Green slime was dripping off various parts of Mack's face and clothing--I couldn't figure out how Shanna's spit could hit in so many places on the front and back at the same time--and he smelled vile. He backed off for the day, but we knew we had to try again.
This morning Shanna was hanging over the fence waiting for her treat, but pinning back her ears and belching every few mintutes like she was planning another nasty surprise. We tried a different approach--penning her up, and working on the boys in the paddock. Mack twisted the twigs and they popped right out, just like hair off a hairbrush. The boys both seemed to feel much better and are friendlier than ever. (Amazingly, they have been friendlier every day since the vet's visit.) Shanna recovered her cool friendly self when we let her out of the stall and back with her baby. Mack and I have learned about different levels of alpaca spit and DID NOT have to do laundry this morning before we came to work. All is well back on the farm.
(Sorry, there are no pictures with this blog--no opportunities to take pictures of green slime, spitting alpacas-things happen too fast! Nor are there pictures of multiflora rose in coats--how humiliating and embarassing for lovely boys.)