The Kind of Stuff that Only Prince Would Sing About

Last Friday saw another milestone passed on our little patch. We had the first on-site mating of any of our livestock, either alpaca or dairy goat. It has been a year since Creampuff had last given birth and she is in excellent condition, so we figured it was time for her to be introduced to Sappa, who has worn out a trench pacing up and down the fence line that separates him from our ladies.

We found an empty paddock and left our two love birds to get to know each other...but no introduction was required, as Creampuff went straight to the ground (the alpaca mating acceptance position) and Sappa was soon set about his business.

We'd opted for a paddock mating rather than a stockyard and at "half time", Sappa and Creampuff decided to pull up stumps and move their show over against the fence next to all the other females. This prompted three of them to go to ground next to the fence (alpaca for "me too!") while another nibbled Sappa's ear while he continued the show with Creampuff.

I was too busy laughing to put my camera to good use.

Alpaca males have a fibro-elastic penis which has a dexterity that most human males would envy but from what I've seen, they can have that, there appeared to be far too much complaining from Sappa to make it worthwhile!

Mating with alpacas is a little hit and miss. Alpaca females ovulate in response to the act of mating and the presence of semen. So now we wait a while, then re-unite Sappa and Creampuff again. If Creampuff spits at Sappa and runs off, she's pregnant. If she submits for mating, she's not.

That's as precise and scientific as it gets with alpacas.