25 pairs of liquid brown eyes, staring out at me from their cozy barn space, is a sight I will not soon forget. A couple of weeks ago, on a cold April day, my daughter and I visited Peeter’s Pride Alpacas, just north of Edmonton, in Canada.
Laurie Peeters, and her husband Pete, own 30 alpacas of varying colours and sizes, along with a herd of cattle, on a picturesque farm in north central Alberta.
Laurie’s passion for her alpacas is evident immediately upon meeting her. She was quick to share her vast knowledge and honest assessment of the current alpaca industry in western Canada, once she learned that my daughter is contemplating raising alpacas on Vancouver Island.
We spent a very enjoyable couple of hours learning about these beautiful, fibre bearing marvels, as well as fondling a number of items Laurie has made from her alpaca yarn, such as mitts and scarves and lined hiking socks which are made up for them.
I purchased 2 generous skeins of laceweight alpaca; one in a natural fawn colour and one for my daughter in various rich shades which Laurie had hand dyed.
I’m halfway through knitting my skein into a long, lacy scarf. This yarn is incredible to work with; so soft with a beautiful silky texture. Because of its’ delicate nature, alpaca yarn does stretch easily and for a sweater or fitted garment I would combine it with a sturdier wool, but for my drapey, lace scarf it’s perfect.
I also purchased 200 grams of alpaca roving. After spinning half of it I’m converted! I may never go back to wool. The alpaca is spinning up into a beautiful, even, laceweight yarn with very little effort.
If you live in the Edmonton area, watch for a mini fibre festival that Laurie and other fibre enthusiasts host in the fall. She’s promised to send me details once a date is set for 2010 and I will be sure to post that information here.
For more information on Peeter’s Pride Alpacas visit:
http://www.alpacanation.com/farmsandbreeders/03_viewfarm.asp?name=12631
One last thing…
did you know that alpacas communicate through humming? The sound of them softly humming to one another, mothers, babies and mothers- to- be, all huddled together in that cozy barn space, made it a place that I could easily spend a great deal of time in, and found very hard to leave.