Rocky Mountain Alpacas

The Family Friendly Farm!

Danny & Rael Reddick
2253 Arabian Trail
Elizabeth, CO 80107
720-270-4250
720-270-4240
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Tuesday, July 11, 2017

Discovery...

When we first became alpaca breeders, we did our homework, listening to absolutely everything, some things true, some not-so-true, as to envelope ourselves in everything "alpaca"... We wanted to be able to raise these animals in the right way, becoming stewards for their survival, educating other on all of the benefits that they provide, financial and otherwise. We wanted to share in the joy and wonder that we felt when we were around them.
In December 2007, we were finally able to bring our starter herd home, and we were over the moon with excitement, but there was some trepidation as well, not unlike the mixed emotions and feelings of expectant parents. We reveled in everything they did, and worried with every little bump and scrape, always hoping that we were taking care of them in the manner these magnificent animals deserved. We educated ourselves in all of the husbandry, medical and nutritional requirements as well as all of the personalities of each animal that makes each of them unique. We shared all of this with anyone who would listen, and within this process, we have been blessed to be able to sell our animals to like minded individuals, to add to or create their own herds. In our 10 years, as alpacas have moved on to their individual new homes, we have always had to load trailers that have come here, to bring our babies to their new farm.

Until today...

Today we were blessed to be able to deliver 4 of our females and 2 llamas that were boarding here, to their new, forever home. These 6 animals have created their own smaller version of the larger herd here. Joe and Debbie Pierson in Larkspur Colorado, had decided earlier this year that they were ready to start their journey with these wonderful animals, choosing the girls that they connected with, bringing that initial and continuing joy and contentment that we felt when we first brought our starter herd home. The joy in their faces and the inquisitive faces being led to their new barn was priceless. As an alpaca farm, we have now come full circle, being able to personally deliver the joy and peace to another family as they begin their alpaca journey.

Tuesday, October 4, 2016

Genesis

Nunoa...with his Mom, Aurora.

Nunoa...with his Mom, Aurora.

In our lives we experience many things that help shape our thought processes and how we look at things.. People, places, things, adventures, all of these things can color so many aspects of how we feel and act, as well as just being... In an increasingly ugly and violent world we live in, it is inherent upon each of us to at least try and find some manner of beauty within it all..
As caretaker and guardian for our herd here, I have seen the good, the bad, the happy the sad, and sometimes we get to witness the primal beauty that blesses us within these fencelines... Last week, I was witness to just such a blessing. I missed the birth of Picotani by mere minutes on Thursday, but I was able to see those first few minutes, the introductions of the herd to this new arrival, and, luckily, his first steps... A happy, healthy baby boy...
Friday, as I was cleaning pens, I noticed that Aurora, our 8 year old expectant girl, who, incidentally was also born on this farm, was overdue, and she started to hum more vociferously than I have ever heard her before... Like she was in pain... I watched as her entire being tightened up, and soon realized that she was having contractions. In the 10 years that we have had animals here, I had never seen any of them being born. I had always arrived after the fact, missing out on that opportunity to see what I had always wanted to see: new life from moment one. I kept a close eye on her, making sure there wasn't anything else going on that needed immediate medical attention... She would rest and then pop up again, quite obviously uncomfortable, all the while quite "hummy"... After about 20 minutes, I noticed that her vocalizations were getting closer together, and significantly louder... After another half hour, the hums had been replaced by almost howls, she was so uncomfortable... She finally stood up and lifted her tail, like she had to "go"... That's when I saw the nose... The rest of the head,and the front legs soon followed... As the shoulders started to appear, I think it freaked her out a little, as she became extremely agitated, and started to walk briskly around the pen... Worrying for the safety of the, as yet still not-yet-born cria, I managed to calm here somewhat, and assist with the completion of the delivery... One final, very large push, and the baby was out.. I gently set this new life on the ground, and stepped back, not wanting to interfere any further in the progression of the natural order... I was entirely mesmerized by the first movement of this new life on the ground, coughing and sputtering to clear his lungs, his airway, and his nose... He shook his head to get all of the life giving amniotic fluid out of his ears and eyes, and get his bearings in this, all of a sudden bigger, brighter world.. I stood in absolute awe of the way his mother started to clean him, and watched as each member of the female herd came to him, one by one, to investigate the second new life in 2 days, enter into this ever evolving group... Humming and cooing and introducing themselves to him, giving him that instinctive reassurance that he was now home, with them... All of them paid absolutely no attention to me, as I took picture after picture of this new life, a witness to one of the most beautiful things I had EVER experienced outside of my own daughters birth... In those moments following, I was reduced to tears at the absolute beauty; an honor and pride inside my soul, that I had been able to witness this...
In the days since I have watched as he took his first steps, and observed as these new eyes experienced absolutely everything for the very first time, and seeing this brand new being figure out his way around, all the while, side by side with his mother as she shows him how to be...
Alive...
A Mothers love...

A Mothers love...

Picotani and his Mom, Rachel...

Picotani and his Mom, Rachel...


Tuesday, October 4, 2016

The one...

Mile High Aventuri is an outstanding male in every way. Like his full brother, Mile High Carlton Ritz, Aventuri is following in his footsteps to become another great herdsire of his own. Great genetics are brought to the forefront with lines from famous herdsires as Caligula, Camilio, El Nino, P. Guellermo, Royal Fawn, just to name a few. Stop by, take a look, we believe his fleece is getting even BETTER with age!!
As we are looking to reduce our numbers, now is the time to introduce these wonderful genetics into your herd...
We have reduced his price by $1000 to help facilitate finding him a new herd... Let us help you elevate your herd dynamics...

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Friday, April 1, 2016

Reboot

Reboot...
Within experiences and everything we see, do and feel, there is change... Sometimes subtle, sometimes drastic, and there are those that alter everything... Thinking, doing, being, on every single level has been changed, trains of thought derailed and re-routed...
A new reality... A new headspace...on every single level....
We, as a family, as a farm, have decided to simplify our existence, to give attention to the things that matter, to consolidate and pare down... The responsibility and great amount of physical labor this winter has taken it's toll, and as such, we have decided, as a farm and as a herd, that we are going to reduce the size of our alpaca herd by 70%, and concentrate more on rebuilding the herd from within, slowly, and share our animals with those that either have a farm now, or planning on being a caretaker for these magnificent animals... As much as we love what we are doing within the herd construct, we feel it is time for us to simplify our everything...
Reseed... Restart... Reinvent...
Experiences on our journey have many lessons contained within...
Some are subtle, some are drastic, and there are some that alter everything...

Tuesday, July 21, 2015

Moments noticed...


We go through our lives doing the school, job, adult thing... Getting by, muddling through, trying to make a difference... The daily 9-5 has its moments, but, by and large, remains as monotonous as it sounds... That's why we decided on alpacas 9 years ago... Neither one of us had a real "farm" existence prior to moving out here 9 years ago... I grew up in the heart of old Aurora Colorado on a postage stamp lot, and the extent of the wildlife back then, was birds and squirrels... Coming out here to Elizabeth, and making the decision to become the caretakers of these magnificent animals was something no one saw us doing; not in a million years.. We made the jump, knowing in our souls that this was the absolute best thing for us to do... And every single day, watching the herd grow and interact with all of the others within these fencelines, has only proven and enhanced the original idea... Every moment provides an education, not only for the mind, but for the soul and for our consciousness and attitude towards all living beings, right down to the 237 rabbits that frequent the back two and a half... I am fortunate enough to be able to take pictures while I am within the herd, and share these images, these moments, these heartbeats with others, so that, maybe, just maybe, they will see what I see from within, and become more a part of their own herd from within as well... These moments are just the everyday here on the farm...These are just moments that happen... Random small blessings within the everyday..
My blessing lies within the herd and my small piece within it...

Saturday, July 18, 2015

Value . . .

Value...
Absolutely everything has value.. Either monetary, sentimental, spiritual, even perceived value... We value friendships, we value the time spent together with each other.. We value physical, tangible things such as money, and all of the things that money can buy... We value opinions from others and, in turn, hope that they can find some value in our opinions as well... Everything, in one form or another has something of value; meaning something to each and every one of us... And that value, like our fingerprints, is unique to each one of us as well... Be it time spent with your Mom when you were younger, or getting married... these have value that is spiritual, and cannot be bought at ANY price.. We believe the same with our farm... The value of the experience....
As alpaca breeders, we are in the business of buying and selling alpacas, breedings and all of the alpaca fiber and their associative products... We attach a monetary value to each of these, but the intrinsic value of the animals as individuals goes far deeper than anything that money could buy... There are a few animals that we have here that are not for sale at any price.. Why..? Because their value lies in something more to us than the almighty dollar... It lies in the connection we have made with these individuals within the larger herd...That doesn't mean that every individual within the herd is any less loved or important.. Not by a long shot... But, as alpaca breeders, we understand that we are in the "business" of selling animals and we try to get like minded individuals to see just what we see, and make the decisions for themselves... We have people over and when its nice out, we let the girls out on the back pasture, and we all mingle with the animals...
Peaceful and tranquil, listening to them graze and watching the babies run....
The males are more laid back, and tend to pay a great amount of attention to the girls, on the rare occasion they are let out back... Separately, of course... They get the sides...
That's their value, as the larger herd...
We moved to the country 9 years ago to achieve this... To be able to become something that is larger and more spiritual than we could ever hope to be...
The larger herd...
Individuals come and go within this journey we are all on, but the family, the herd stays intact... The value in that is incalculable...

Thursday, May 21, 2015

Sacred Ground . . .

As I was finishing chores this evening, the clouds lowered and fog started to envelope the countryside as the cool night air set in... All of the visitors and residents were feeding peacefully, either in their shelter, or outside in the mist... And as I walked around, you know, just checking, it struck me how absolutely peaceful and quiet it was across the entire property...across the entire neighborhood... As I stood motionless in front of the girls pen, I listened and there was only the sound of a lone wind chime and the sound of a slight breeze through the fence... No traffic, no dogs barking, no "drone" of any kind... Just the silent acceptance of the herd at rest... I started to think about our 9 years here, and all of the babies born, and the lives lived right here on this little parcel of land... Any animal, wild or domesticated, has found nothing but peace and tranquility here and for that, we are honored... We have rabbits that run through and every September we have deer that bed down in our front yard... The ones that are here to live and the ones that visit are respected and revered because they are part of the greater herd... The ones that seek to do harm are quickly run off, so as not to endanger ANY member of the herd...
I find pieces of what was, when I walk through the back pasture and I look around me and see what others before me must have seen: The most beautiful place on the planet... Because the herd is here... And the ones that have come before us are here... We feel it in moments... There is a distinct and powerfully positive energy here, like nothing we have experienced previously in our lives... We are humbled...

Friday, May 15, 2015

Balance . . .


Balance...

To be able to get our home/farm life and professional, corporate existences in harmony, a lot has to go into that, both physically and mentally... there is the prep time involved in the morning, just trying to get motivated to go into an atmosphere, that, more often than not, CAN prove to be a bit toxic to the spirit... Rael and I choose to ignore the noise that is there, and instead focus on the positive aspects of the day laid out for us... We see so many individuals within our day who are focused on the bottom line; on how to achieve the maximum effort from their people for the maximum profit margin, with as little effort given as possible from themselves... Quite sad really.... We focus on our jobs while we are within the confines of their building.... That's it... The minute we are out of there, we are focused on what the rest of this beautiful day has in store for us... we have the opportunity and privilege of being able to come to our home and congregate with the ones we really wanted to be with anyway... Our herd.... We are able to harmoniously blend the 2 worlds and have been able to make it work; for our spirits as well as the other spirits around us... We go to work so we can be able to enjoy the blessings that have been so richly bestowed on us... Would we prefer to spend all of our time here overseeing the herd..? You bet, but we are realistic enough in our thinking to know, that, the positions we hold within the business structure helps us to be able to keep this farm alive and vibrant.... And us as well.... Now there are people within the alpaca collective who believe that the money means more than the animal, adopting, if you will, the "corporate business structure", employing others to take care of the herd.... That's all fine, well and good, but we, personally, got into alpacas because the herd mentality and behaviors had us hooked the minute we did our first farm visit... We believe in the spirit and harmony being the caretakers for our herd brings.... While money and finances was a contributing factor in our decision, the community of the animals is what most attracted us, and has taught us the value of doing something, and being something better with our lives... Learning and sharing, loving and caring for ALL of our animals has given us a better grasp on life in general.... For me, communing with the herd has helped me understand my place in this existence, and given me a better understanding of community, true community that cannot and will never be duplicated in any office building.... The animals provide the necessary balance and harmony in our lives to keep going; to keep striving to be something more than ourselves.... As a herd.... As a community... A collection of spirits that give peace and unity to one another just by being there....

Monday, May 4, 2015

Divine Secrets of the Pa Ca Sisterhood . . . .


Divine Secrets of the Pa Ca Sisterhood...

When I spend time with the herd, I tend to gravitate toward the girls pen... The boys are separated like Chinese Fighting Fish, due to heightened testosterone levels, so we kinda have to do that to alleviate the bar brawl that would ensue should we get THEM all together.. Their own little cliques, herds within the herd...

But the girls...

They are all together in the same pen, and when their crias are born, the crias stay here as well, for the first 8-9 months of life if male, and permanently if female... The females who give birth to the males are initially accepted with the cria, until the male has become of "boy" age... Then both are "encouraged" to keep their distance... Once the male has been put in with the rest of the young males, then, and only then, will the mom be accepted back as a full member of the sisterhood again... Conversely, if a female is born, she is accepted right away and greeted triumphantly like a brand new princess by all of her new "aunts"... She is taught and shown the ways of the female side of the herd, always cognizant of her new place within the hierarchy.... The boys, when they become of age, are basically left to their own devices with the other males they now co-habitate with... No caring, no sharing, just having to deal with all of the things entailed with living with a bunch of testosterone laden young males; fights and sneak attacks, you know, that kind of thing.... The girls pretty much do everything together as a unit... Sometimes more loosely bound than others, but there is no mistaking that this group is aware of everything going on around them, at all times... They have a structure and a hierarchy that is unspoken but understood among them all... Every once in a while, there is a skirmish, or a test to the order of things, and these minor intrusions are quickly resolved and all is right with the herd... The males will fight until someone goes down, a more primitive and instinctual male thing to do... Males will meet a new addition and greet them with aggression and physical confrontation, whereas the girls will greet a new addition with inquisitiveness and wonder...
I believe the females are more structured simply because there are more of them in a localized space, and, at least on some level, understand the security and survival OF the herd is more important than their place in it... The adult females who are not pregnant tend to protect and play with the newborns, giving the exhausted mothers a chance to rest and catch their breath... One by one the new babies arrive and the herd grows... All are accepted... Even the boys.. initially... Until they get to be "boys"... Then its time again for the girls to be girls; ever vigilant in keeping the sisterhood safe and secure... The many become one, for the good of one, for the good of all....

Monday, May 4, 2015

Experience . . .


Experience...

10:03 on a Monday night...standing in the driveway for a breath of air, and you could swear you can hear your own heart beating.... A lone truck on 86, a dog barks in the distance and.....nothing.... Still and quiet; another day put to bed... A moment from my day... Still trying to figure out why Ruby... A moment from another day... I have realized one thing. That moments, are what makes us who we are as humans being on this planet... These moments, good and bad, help us to learn and grow as individuals.. I can sit here all night and tell you all of my experiences here at the farm, but I choose not to... Why..? You have yours, I have mine... your experiences belong to you, because, you live them... I live mine.. With every wonderful, fantastic, wobbly cria that start their journey here, with every sunset on the patio, watching the "kids" bump and crash into each other, with every shearing day and summer "get togethers" with like minded individuals...
Sometimes the moments don't become wonderful memories.... As with bringing life into our farm, there have been the moments that we have had to bury some within the herd... Human and otherwise... But, another lesson and unique experience that helps us become more sensitive, more caring, more mindful, and above, all more loving to the herd around you..
Living here for the last 9 years has taught me so much about life, my own and others, as well as a sense of inner peace, being with all of the animals... I cherish the memories of the ones we have lost along the way; some expected, some not.. And I cherish the experience of what is still to be..The unborn legends.... All of it, is worth it.. Thats been my experience...And sometimes, just sometimes the best experiences are when there's nothing going on at all...