Eleven acres, not in a hurry
The farm started with two alpacas bought at auction on a whim, mostly because they were being sold for less than a lawn mower. Eleven years later there are nine, plus the goats, who arrived because a neighbor could no longer keep them and nobody here could say no.
Shearing happens once a year, in late spring, with a hired shearer and every neighbor who wants to watch. The fleece is skirted by hand the same week and either sold raw or sent out to a small mill to be spun.
Visits are kept small on purpose. Most weekends it is one family or a couple at a time, walking the fence line and asking the goats questions they will not answer.
