Sully is one happy-go-lucky alpaca. Her motto seems to be Life is Good! So far shes had one cria and did that exceptionally well, with the ease of the moment that characterizes her temperament. She had an abundance of milk and bonded closely with her cria, taking her role as mother with an attentive, serious casualness that one would expect from her.
Corrigan Gold of HNP
Medium Fawn, 30848740, 1/2 Bolivian, 1/2 Peruvian
Cory is a solidly built PPeruvian Ramilo grandson via HHSF Peruvian Accoyo Yoder. He has the density, lock structure and Luster one would expect coming from this genetic background. His locks simply glow, even in low light! To date, he has sired three medium fawns, two light fawns and a bay black. Color is definitely in his genes. His cria have the lowest micron count and most brilliant luster in our herd, and their fiber has held on to both these qualities well beyond their second shearing. When bred to lesser quality females, the outcome is always delightful, with the babes fleeces exhibiting improvement over their dams. At 4.5 years of age, Corys AFD is 22.2, with an SD of 4.7. Good Stuff!
And Corys dam, Samoya of Bolivia (aka Mom), is simply a delight. She's never needed ANY medical attention in the seven plus years we've had her. And at nearly 16 years old, she still regularly pronks with the young ones!
Blacky is of the PPeruvian Baron and PPeruvian Ganador lines via his full Accoyo maternal grandsire Derwydd Accoyo Kiswar and PPeruvian Ramilo via his sire - Good Genes Here! With the abundance of luster and the striking locks of his fiber, Blacky does indeed stand out in a crowd. More than once someone has pointed him out and expressed about the beauty of his hair. Ill leave off any more adjectives attempting to describe his fiber and let you look at his pictures. They do a fairly nice job of showing his locks, though dont reflect his luster very well.
As a cria, his dam had more than ample milk for him, but Blacky saw all females as potential milk bars and mooched accordingly. For months his round the clock routine was to get his meals from his own dam and then a little while later, top off at Lillys milk bar, a pregnant female in his herd. Needless to say, his daily weight gain and energy level was great. It was surprising he never got fat.
Barbary Blacky came by his name when he was just a day or two old. He reminded me of an impeccably dressed little tough guy, bringing visions of a racketeer of public stature and clout along the Barbary Coast of San Francisco in its heyday. I made a conscious effort to interact with him often with an eye to assuring that hed learn that it was OK to be handled and that humans were good guys, while being mindful of not diminishing the tough guy attitude that was so endearing. We were successful and Blacky and I came to balance with each other. He presently lives with three other young males and an adult male, all intact. After scuffling a bit with one other male to establish their attitudes, this little subherd gets along with each other like a dream.
It will be my pleasure to discuss Blacky with you.