Whilst this was going on Paul was 'busy' doing some paddock sweeping and was tasked with keeping an eye on the birthing paddock. However, when I went out with Lullaby's midday bottle... I found the two of them chatting either side of a five bar gate. Now this is a typical Cumbrian farmer's stance...you lean on the gate and you find something to grumble about;
a) The weather...this is the most popular topic...however it was sunny so no luck there.
b) The price of milk...fair enough but not applicable in this case
So I found Paul complaining about alpacas...complaining that they never birth when expected..."take today for example we have three over due, the weather is fine...but no"
I left them to it...glancing in the birthing paddock on my way back to the house...and there was Bonita delivering a healthy brown boy!!