After consultation with our business advisers (that’ll be Pam and Mary, our mothers), we have decided to call our strapping little cria Iolo, and NOT Rabbit, as previously announced.
Iolo and Lavender
Concern was expressed that such a frivolous name might not be befitting the rather grand super-stud and herd-sire that Rabbit – sorry Iolo – may one day become. (I think it’s something like rock stars naming their kids Peaches, Zowie, or Dweezil … )
And so, from this moment on the alpaca formerly know as Rabbit is known as Iolo, following on in our tradition of welsh alpacas with welsh names.
He’s doing splendidly by the way, if a little adventurous …
How time flies ….
After a late, but lovely slow spring we now find ourselves past the summer solstice and relishing some well-ealanced british weather for a change – some rain, some sun, some rain, some sun. So refreshing!
We’ve had loads of bluebells in the hedgerows and at the fairydell, and lambs in Huw’s field. Wolf and Ceri next door now have cows, and we have one new alpaca … so far!
His name is Rabbit and he was born on the 3rd July to Lavender. Hit the ground running, as they say!
Meanwhile, our three guests, Dora, Hurricane and Jet have headed off for pastures new. They are missed (particularly Dora!), but we do need the grass which has been a bit slow this year, so it’s a good thing really.
Elsewhere I have been busy with Wolf, my neighbour cleaning up the wood by the road, which for some years had been used for fly-tipping. We’ve both earned some serious brownie points in the village for this, and I reckon we deserve them – the amount of rubbish that came out was astounding. The whole place feels and looks so much better of course, and means that as you approach Talog you are greeted by trees and greenery rather than bits of old washing machines and a broken toilet.
Long may it last!