Bottle Feeding Baby Alpacas

the post where I talk about bundles of fur..


Yep, you read that right, this post is going to be all about alpacas (and the occasional other farm animal).

After I finished my East Coast trip, I realised I was stuck up in Cairns, a place I wasn’t too fussed on. My aim was to get back down to Brisbane, and if you know Aus well, that’s about a 16 hour drive.. and I don’t have a car. Luckily I had come across Jarravale Alpacas based in Marian, about 20km inland from Mackay, and they were always looking for volunteers.

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After 10 very long raing days in Cairns, myself and Amy drove the 8 hours down to Marian to work on the farm for 2 weeks.

Oh my, I was not ready for what I saw. ALPACA’S EVERYWHERE, EVERYWHERE!!

I was in love.


Meet Jolene

Jolene has been hand reared by Josie since her birth when her mother rejected her. Now aged 10 months, Jolene is the life of Jarravale. When I found out I would be bottle feeding her every morning, I was over the moon. I mean c’mon, who wouldn’t want to spend their mornings bottle feeding a baby alpaca?

As well as Jolene, there is around another 30 alpacas of all ages at Jarravale. There isn’t  just alpaca’s though, they also have 3 miniture horses, a calf, 3 deer, two sheep, two goats, 4 pigs, two donkeys, and loads of birds and chickens (not to forget the 4 cats and one dog).

Initially when I came to Australia I was determined to do my 3 months farm work and stay for a second year. However, after completing the East Coast, I realised that maybe I didn’t want to stay another year. I knew that I couldn’t do my farm work at Jarravale as it’s volunteering rather than paid work, but I wasn’t too fussed. The fact I was going to be surrounded by alpacas was enough to catch my attention.

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Josie and two of the alpacas


The average day on the farm:

5:45 – wake up. shower. breakfast. get ready.

6:30 – prepare the bottles for the baby animals aka Jolene, the calf and the two sheep

6:45 – feed the baby animals

7:00 – rack the padocks of poop from the night before (about 5 padocks)

7:30 – feed the rest of the animals

8:00 – change all the water and collect any eggs off the chickens

8:30 – move the animals into different padocks

9:00 – clean the laneways of any poop left from moving the animals

9:15 – break

10:30 – 2 hour tour including feeding animals, photos and information

12:30 – break

1:30 – 2 hour tour including feeding animals, photos and information

3:30 – break

4:00 – move the aninals into padocks

4:15 – prepare dinner for the animals (hay, grass and special nuts)

4:30 – feed the alpacas, and the rest of the animals

5:00 – collect grass for the guinea pigs

5:30 – rack the padocks the animals have been in

6:00 – take the wheelbarrows of poop down

6:15 – finisheeeeeed


This was the average day on the farm, but these weren’t the only chores we did;

Giving vitamin shots to all the alpacas. Fixing the fences after the baby alpacas *cough* Diego *cough* decided to destroy them. Compress the food into barrels (this took about 3 hours and a lot of jumping). Going to the local primary school (only 12 kids in the whole school!!) and weighing mummy and two baby guinea pigs for their school project. Injections in the baby alpacas.


All in all it was an amazing experience. I have never before worked on an alpaca farm, and to be honest I doubt I will ever get the opportunity again. If you are ever in the area, or would like to travel to Marian and volunteer on the farm, I would highly recommend it.


around the world in endless days

India | 3 months of magic

From Cheltenham to Chennai

– an ICS adventure

Hello world and welcome to my blog

From a very young age I was always interested in the world. It started around the age of 6 when my mums friend bought me a light up globe for christmas and I couldn’t stop staring at it. 14 years later, I decided it was about time to explore that globe in real life, and stare at the wonders it held in front of me.

However.. slight issue. I had just left sixth form, and was on basic salary job, with little savings. I trolled the internet for volunteering placements abroad, from elephants in Thailand to orphanages in Brazil, but they all cost extortionate amounts of money, which I did not have. Down beaten, I turned to FaceBook to express my anger about my predicament, but before I could click the final button on posting my self wallowing status, something just below caught my eye.

ICS (International Citizen Service) was sat right there, right below my moaning status about my lack of funds and bundles of ambition. I clicked curiously on it to see it was an organisations that sends British youths abroad to volunteers in Asia, South America and Africa for 12 weeks at a time.. at absolutely no cost. There must be a catch I thought, but I applied anyway.

Long story short, 7 months later on the 4th May 2016, I was stood in Heathrow Airport with 30 other volunteers about to fly off to India to volunteer in the southern state of Tamil Nadu for the next 12 weeks.


Heathrow airport before departure


The Adventure Begins

Sitting on the plane I thought to myself ‘have I made the right decision?’ I know that sounds dumb considering I had been dreaming about a day like this for years. But when you are actually sat there and you realise you are going to be thousands of miles away from home living in a tiny village  with a national host family with strangers you have only met for two days, living and breathing rural culture, it suddenly hits you that this is very real and it isn’t as simple as getting the bus home from London.

The first week was basic training, preparing us for what we would face when we arrived in placement. We would be split into four different teams across the state, Vellore 1, Vellore 2, Kanchiparum and my team, Thirvallur. As well as the 30 international volunteers, there would also be 30 national volunteers, who lived in the areas we were going to be volunteering in. The English was limited, but a lot better than what I expected it to be.

We were briefed on the sort of issues we would be teaching about, health and livelihoods. There was the WASH program, ‘Water, Sanitation and Hygiene’, and also MHM, ‘Menstrual Health Hygiene’. I knew the MHM would be a struggle because of the ways the girls are treated when they started their periods, and throughout their puberty.

First team photo on the way to placement in Thiruvalangadu

After two weeks we finally went off to placement, and I arrived the village I would be living in for the next 8 weeks, Thiruvalangadu. We knew we going to have a YRC (youth resource centre) but nothing prepared us for the 12ft x 7ft metal shed on the roof of a third floor building. I think I was naive when I was expecting the sort of church hall you have for your 7th birthday party.

The planning was a struggle at first,  we had a school placement lined up from the start, but organising the sessions was difficult. We were told most of our classes would be 9th and 10th standard (14, 15 and 16 year olds), so we had to tailor them to their age.

Energiser in our school sessions


Before my eyes the weeks started whizzing past, and then we were at our top up training in Pondicherry, and I realised we were already half way through our placement. Back in the village we carried on with our sessions, and it was time to tackle MHM and female empowerment. We ran two sessions with the 9th standard girls at the local Government High School, one on girls empowerment and another on menstruation and puberty.

We were apprehensive on how the sessions would go because we had been previously informed on how little the girls knew, and how it was such a taboo in India. I was strangely impressed in how much the girls knew about the puberty side of our sessions, but little was known about the menstruation.

My highlight of the session was when I laid an A3 piece of sugar paper on the ground with the outline of a female body drawn on. I handed out some pens and asked the girls to draw on the puberty changes. The leg hair and arm pit hair was drawn on, and I asked them if they knew any other hair they grows on the female body. The girls all stared at me, and I could tell they knew but were too embarrassed to say anything. Finally a girl grabbed one of the pens are stared at the paper. Moments later she scribbled on some pubic hair, and ran out the circle in embarrassment whilst all the other girls laughed. It was an amazing moment to see her do that. Although that is something so simple for someone in the UK to do, for her that was breaking her own countries taboo.

Puberty and Menstruation class with 9th Standard


A massive passion of mine was Womens’s Empowerment and Equality, and in India I had the opportunity to host my own women’s day in Thiruvalangadu. It total 35 women arrived, and we had our female village President do a speech, as well as my ama (the wonderful host mother I stayed with). It was beautiful how passionate the women were about their equality in a country when men are definitely viewed as more important and superior. Instead of adding all the details in this post about the women’s day, I’m going to write a separate post about it soon.

Sari competition at our Women’s Empowerment Day


The weeks carried on and before I knew it we had reached over 500 youth and taught them life important skills about health and livelihoods. Then before we knew it, the dreaded day (exciting day for some) had arrived, and we were back in Chennai having our debrief before we flew home. It was emotional to say the least, because although we are getting to see the International volunteers again at Action @ Home training just two weeks later, the chance of realistically seeing the National Volunteers again is about none to 100.

I formed a proper bound with my National volunteers, but it hurt to see them go back to Thiruvalangadu, but I know we will keep in contact, and the stuff we have taught each other will carry them on into their futures.

Martha and I with our host Ama and Apa

I am going to write a separate post about ICS and all the information you will need for it. I truly do recommend applying if you do want to see the world and make a difference whilst you’re doing it. There were times when I was sad, angry and homesick, but the majority of the time I was so happy and full of energy that you forget those bad days straight away.


Thank you for reading my first blog post. I hope I didn’t ramble on too much. Please do leave any feedback below.

Until next time,

Courtney x