Meet Colt McCoy. He was born the day before I went to the alpaca show a couple of weeks ago. I knew I was going to name a cria after the Texas quarterback this year, but I wasn’t sure which one. (In the past we have had a Major Applewhite and a Vin-Sanity for Vince Young). Steve says that soon I’ll have them wearing little jerseys.
Rivalry weekend in college football seems the perfect time to unveil this handsome little boy. Oh, and voters, he deserves the Heisman. Hook ‘em horns.
This Thanksgiving, I find myself grateful that I have found my niche in life. An unlikely farmer, I adore raising alpacas on our ten acre farm. A former pychologist, I am so happy to be home now raising my four children. After years of struggling, I am thankful that my DH, the Artist, is now the toast of France with his sculpture.
As the economy sputters, our investments peacefully eat grass in the fields carrying next year’s cria crop and growing our fleece harvest. After being told by countless teachers that I talk too much, I have finally found my voice on my blog Alpaca Farmgirl.
I am grateful for my farm and for each new life created here. I am happy that my children can learn about the circle of life and the value of a hard day’s work in our backyard. I am grateful that I still have a good connection with my tween, and that her brother and sisters have outgrown sippy cups but still need me to cut their meat.
This Thansgiving, I am thankful that I have found my bliss. Every day I get to do what I love: Raise my babies, raise my alpacas, and write about it.
Happy Thanksgiving! Dear Readers, YOU are among the blessings I am counting this year! Leave me a comment and let me know what you are thankful for.