This was not on my bucket list. Nor was it even on my radar. While standing amongst my friend’s cute, fuzzy, stuffed toy resembling, Alpacas she invited me to the shearing to be held months away. I was forwarned about the process. And, was expecting trauma and pig-like screaming. The first order of business; corralContinue reading “Alpaca Shearing day.”
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