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♫That's When I Fell for, the Leader of the Alpaca♫ ::vroom:: - Blather. Rants. Repeat.
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♫That's When I Fell for, the Leader of the Alpaca♫ ::vroom::
We took Ziggy on his first joyride today.

Recently, Eleanor met a customer at Wegmans, herself a former longtime company employee, who mentioned that her family runs an alpaca farm a few towns over from here. They have various organic meats for sale, including from the older alpacas in the herd, and while we'd planned to go to an open house they have scheduled for tomorrow, today was the better weather day. So I curtailed my wisteria-whacking activities, we headed out toward their place of purveyance, and set out to procure some furry comestibles....

We figured it would be in the new electric Smart Car's range. Not quite three years ago, when we test-drove our salesperson's electric demo, we rode through this Akron farm's town all the way to the Genesee County line. And Iggy's successor did fine, not even coming close to his red-zone 20% charge by the time we got home.  We found the farm easily enough, and after a slow ride up the drive, we knew where we were heading:

To the left of that sign, Jill and her daughter were there to greet us.  They, two big dogs and a smaller one escorted us to the right, to where the stars of the show were chowing down:

That's Muffin Man on your left. The main alpaca herd was behind bales of hay and weren't especially photogenic, but the dogs were all underfoot (Ebony gave their scents a thorough going-over when we got home), and when we headed to the next barn, they helped wrangle in a particularly fast sheep among the rest of the crowd:

The white sheep of the family, front and center, got loose just as we were coming in. Man she moves fast- but so do the dogs, and the humans dedicated to keep her from turning into unintended lambchops.  Within moments, she was safely back inside the barn.

We then headed over to their store.  Alpacas originally were an expensive breed known only for their yarn, but for various reasons their woolly products have tanked in value and the owners are selling off their older acquisitions as meat once their days are done.  We picked up several alpaca steaks and some hotdoggyish creations.

They also have a store full of geegaws with themes from Christmas (they're big on trees in December) to this-

That picture got at least two orders of the sign from assorted Grandma friends of mine after I posted it on Facebook:)

Eleanor made more conventional ribs for tonight, but tomorrow night promises a souvlaki-ish dish with alpaca on the menu. And no, I don't expect it will taste like chicken;)
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oxymoron67 From: oxymoron67 Date: May 1st, 2016 03:48 am (UTC) (Link)
That looks like a fun way ti spend the day.

Back when I was in grad school, I would go to these fairs in Peoria, and they would demonstrate how well their dogs herded the sheep. I was amazed at how good (and efficient) the dogs were.
i_beckygardens From: i_beckygardens Date: May 1st, 2016 12:01 pm (UTC) (Link)
Peoria IL?
i_beckygardens From: i_beckygardens Date: May 1st, 2016 12:00 pm (UTC) (Link)
Sounds like fun, I'll be interested in what you think about the meat.
i_beckygardens From: i_beckygardens Date: May 1st, 2016 12:02 pm (UTC) (Link)
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captainsblog From: captainsblog Date: May 1st, 2016 09:39 pm (UTC) (Link)
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i_beckygardens From: i_beckygardens Date: May 1st, 2016 10:49 pm (UTC) (Link)
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