I wandered out in the cold, grey dawn to feed my animals, as any good Irishman would do. When I beheld a wonderous sight, the elusive green alpaca. Luckily I was wearing my warm extreme alpaca socks as I chased the lovely animal across the fields of Hummingbird Hill Farm. Not weighted down by my lightweight alpaca clothing, I almost had her in my grasp, when I tripped over a pot of gold that some Charles City leprechaun had left in my back pasture. Well,no green socks for sale, but I guess I am buying Guinness for the whole pub today. Happy St Paddy’s Day from Hummingbird Hill Alpacas!