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HaunFarm Follow along for farm life, spinning, weaving, and animals.

Family-run Alpaca&fiber farm near Mayerthorpe, Alberta. 🦙 🐑 We raise Alpacas and Shetland sheep and turn their fiber into socks, touques,mitts, yarn and other fiber goodies.

10/18/2026

Happy Sunday ❤️

10/15/2026

So grateful for every single one of you who have supported us along this journey. ❤️

Wow, here comes the busy season! Before I start running in a million different directions, I wanted to take a moment to personally thank each and every one of you.

Our farm is our family. It is our blood, sweat, and tears. It is early mornings, long days, hard work, and so much love poured into every part of what we do. From raising our animals to working with their beautiful fibres and creating products for you, nothing is made without intention, care, and a whole lot of heart.

We are truly honoured that you see the value in what we do and appreciate the time, energy, and love that goes into our products. Your support means more to our family than you may ever know. You are helping us continue to live this dream, preserve traditional skills, and build something meaningful for the next generation.

Our hope is that our passion for natural fibres inspires you to think a little more about where your clothing comes from, what you wear against your skin, and the hands and hearts behind the things you choose to buy.

Thank you for supporting our little farm, our family, and our dream. Thank you for choosing natural fibres, supporting small-scale farming, and being part of this journey with us.

You aren’t just supporting a business. You’re supporting a way of life. And for that, we are so incredibly grateful.

With love and gratitude,
The Haun Farm Family 🐑🦙🤎

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10/13/2026

Grateful for my family. 🤎

Grateful for this land we are blessed to call home, for the guidance that leads us, and for the love we share.

Grateful for the creations taking shape beneath our hands, for the beauty that surrounds us, and for the simple, sacred moments that make up this life.

Grateful for the opportunity to experience this human existence, to learn, to grow, to create, to love, and to walk this earthly path alongside these beautiful souls.

What a gift it is to be here, together, in this moment. 🌿✨

🙏

10/07/2026

☕️🦙 In case you ever wondered what it’s like having coffee with a llama…

Well, allow me to introduce myself….

My name is Bruce.
I’m handsome, I’m important, and apparently I’m the morning coffee companion around here. 😂

I’m a llama, and I have a very important job at Haun Farm — I’m a guardian.

I keep an eye on those fluffy alpacas and sheep. I’m naturally alert, I have excellent eyesight and hearing, and I’m always watching for anything that shouldn’t be there.

And before you ask…

No, I’m not an alpaca.
No, I’m not a giant sheep.
And no, I don’t technically have “wool” like the alpacas and sheep do. 😉

My fibre is coarser than theirs and can be used for things like rugs, rope and felted products.

But honestly, my most important job?

Keeping Breanne company while she drinks her coffee. ☕️

Every morning she comes outside with that magical brown drink and somehow I just happen to be there.

Coincidence?

I think not.

I enjoy a good scratch behind the ears, a little attention, and making sure she knows that I am, in fact, the most important part of her morning routine.

The alpacas may have the beautiful fibre.

The sheep may have the cute faces.

But I have personality. 😏

I’ll be the handsome llama supervising everything…

Probably over a cup of coffee.

— Bruce 🦙☕️❤️

10/05/2026

During the First and Second World Wars, my great-grandfather and grandfather, Albert, taught me about the importance of wool and the role it played in keeping soldiers warm.

During the wars, there were times when the demand for wool socks was greater than the military supply could meet. Women across communities gathered wool, spun yarn and knitted socks to send to soldiers overseas.

And these socks weren’t simply about keeping someone’s feet warm.

During the First World War, soldiers spent long periods standing and living in cold, wet trenches. Their feet were often wet for hours or even days at a time. This could lead to trench foot—a painful condition caused by prolonged exposure to cold and damp conditions. Feet could become swollen, numb, painful and discoloured, and severe cases could cause serious tissue damage.

A dry pair of wool socks could make a tremendous difference.

Wool and alpaca fiber naturally insulates by trapping air within its fibres, helping keep body heat close to the body. And even when wool becomes damp, it can continue to provide warmth. It also absorbs moisture vapour and helps regulate temperature, making it an incredibly valuable fibre in cold, wet conditions.

Imagine that.

In a time of darkness, women gathered together with a simple pair of knitting needles and wool. Creating something that could bring warmth, comfort and hope to someone far away fighting a war.

They couldn’t stop the darkness around them.

But they could shine a little light through it.

That is one of the things I love most about fibre.

A animals grow the wool.
Its sheared
It’s scoured
It’s spun
It’s knitted

And eventually, something made from that fibre wraps around another human being and says:

“You are cared for.”

In a world that can sometimes feel full of darkness, it brings me such joy to know that we can still share a little warmth and kindness with the people in our own communities.

Maybe that is part of why I love what we do

We aren’t just working with fibre.

We’re continuing a very old tradition of turning something from the earth into warmth for another person. 🐑🧶❤️

10/02/2026

🐑 Welcome to Wool Month, everyone! 🧶

What a beautiful month we have ahead of us.

Over the next month, we’re going to explore some fun facts about sheep, wool, fibre, and the incredible beauty of what these animals give us.

There is SO much to discover when we start learning about natural, organic fibres. So much traditional knowledge has been pushed aside or forgotten, and I believe it’s time we begin remembering.

Did you know that spinning fibre into yarn is something humans have been doing for thousands of years? Across cultures and generations, women have traditionally been the spinners, turning the fleece from their animals into yarn and then into the clothing, blankets, and household items their families needed.

When I think about that, I think about the women who came before me.

The hands that held the wool.
The hands that spun.
The hands that knitted, wove, sewed and created.
The hands that understood where their clothing came from.

So much of our modern world is filled with convenience, consumption and promises of something better—while sometimes taking us further away from the simple knowledge of the past.

My children, like many children growing up where we live, have had the opportunity to experience a more hands-on, connected life. They see the animals. They feel the fibre. They learn where things come from.

And yet, I think so many of us are yearning for something more.

I crave knowledge.
I crave community.
I crave the wisdom of those who came before us.

And I love that for this entire month, we get to collectively slow down and learn about fibre—not just the fibre itself, but the hands that worked with it, the animals that provided it, the traditions that surrounded it, and the beautiful wheel and circle of life that connects it all.

Maybe in remembering some of what we have forgotten, we can begin to see our future a little differently.

So welcome to Wool Month. 🐑🧶

Let’s learn.
Let’s remember.
Let’s get our hands dirty.

And maybe, just maybe, let’s rediscover a little bit of what we’ve been missing.

09/29/2026

My mum and dad always told me, “Anything worth having is worth working for.”

I think about that a lot when I’m at markets.

People see the beautiful socks, hats and yarn. Some stop to touch them, some ask questions, and some make jokes about our “llamas” — which gives me the chance to gently explain the difference between an alpaca and a llama. 😂

What people don’t always see is the work behind it all.

The animals. The shearing. The washing. The sorting. The carding. The spinning. The knitting. The crocheting. The weaving.

My dad once told me, “People who had alpaca sweaters were rich.”

When my parents were growing up, wool sweaters, jackets and toques were everyday clothing. Somewhere along the way, we became disconnected from natural fibres and the incredible things they can do.

Alpaca is warm, lightweight, soft and moisture-wicking. Wool naturally regulates temperature, insulates even when damp and has been keeping people warm for generations. These fibres aren’t just beautiful — they are incredibly functional for everyday life, hunting, trapping, farming, hiking and working outdoors.

And for me, it’s about more than fibre.

Carding, spinning, knitting and weaving were once essential skills.

Our ancestors used their hands to turn fleece into the things their families needed. I feel a responsibility to keep those skills alive and teach them to my children.

Our heritage is woven into these traditions.

It brings me so much joy knowing my kids are growing up with the animals, the fiberand the knowledge of how something goes from fleece to something made by their own hands.

And knowing that our hard work on this farm is helping keep these traditions alive for another generation makes every long day worth it.

Some things are worth working hard to keep from disappearing. ❤️

09/23/2026

We all have our past. We all have our pain.

I’ve had my hurts. I’ve had my pain. I’ve seen and done things that most people have only heard about.

I literally wear my story on my sleeves.

And for a long time, I just wished someone would reach out their hand and take the pain away.

A lot of the time I felt like I was on an island. Like I was carrying things that nobody else could see.

But when I look back now, I don’t think I would change any of it.

Because there is no way I would be who I am today without those scars.

I read somewhere once, “If you want to change the world, go home to your family.”

And that really hit me.

I have such strong memories of my grandparents’ house.

The smell of fresh bread.

The smell of raw meat while we butchered.

Grandma’s raspberry jam.

Bail jumping.

People coming and going.

Just family being family.

I’ve known my whole life that those were the memories I wanted my own kids to have.

This weekend my cousins came to the farm.

And when I say cousins, I mean extended family. Great-aunts. Second cousins. Generations of us all together.

And the crazy thing was, we all had the same memories.

The farm.

Bail jumping.

Fresh buns.

Family.

And it made me realize that maybe those little moments aren’t so little.

Maybe those are the things that stay with us.

Life is good.

But life isn’t always good.

There is pain. There are things that happen that we don’t understand. There are seasons where you wonder why the heck you’re going through what you’re going through.

But maybe those things become part of us.

Maybe the pain teaches us.

Maybe the scars make us who we are.

And maybe someday you look around and realize that the life you are living was built from all the pieces you once wished you could escape.

I used to wish someone would take my pain away.

Now I look at my kids running around this farm, making their own memories, and I think…

Maybe I wouldn’t take it away after all.

Because somehow, all of it brought me home. 🤎

09/18/2026

Yesterday the school called and left a message saying my son was absent.

And he was.

But yesterday morning, we woke up and realized we needed a reset.

A reset from the schedules.
A reset from the “have tos.”
A reset from life moving a little too fast.

So I put it all down.

We went outside. We paddled. We fished. We drove to a creek. We spent the day together doing the things we love.

And you know what? The “have tos” were still there when we got home. And they’ll still be there tomorrow.

Life is too short. We get one life to live, and sometimes we need to stop trying so hard to keep up with everything we’re supposed to be doing and remember what truly matters.

The work will be there.
The dishes will be there.
The schedules will be there.

But our kids won’t be this age forever.

So stop what you’re doing.

Go reset.
Go outside.
Go paddle.
Go fish.
Go make a memory.

Go connect with what truly matters. ❤️🌲🎣

09/11/2026

Contentment

I’ve lived much of my life running—traveling, researching, seeking, always finding something to occupy my mind. In many ways, I was avoiding the present through distractions.

One of my mentors once told me that my spirit animal was the white-tailed deer.

White-tailed deer are always scanning, always observing. They are incredibly sensitive to their surroundings, and at the slightest crack of a stick or unfamiliar sound, they can shoot off and run.

I guess you could say I’ve been a little like that deer.

I hide away from big groups of people. I shy away from discomfort. When something feels unfamiliar or overwhelming, my instinct has often been to run—to find something else to do, somewhere else to go, something else to think about.

But over these last few years, something has shifted.

I’ve begun to find a sense of contentment.

Not always. Not perfectly. But more often.

I’ve started to notice the beauty in the life we are already living instead of always searching for what comes next.

There is something incredibly peaceful about surrendering to a higher power—to trust that there is something bigger than me at work. That perhaps everything that has been, everything that is, and everything that will be is unfolding exactly as it is meant to.

Maybe I don’t need to run every time I hear the crack of a stick.

Maybe I can pause.

Breathe.

Look around.

And stay.

Life has a funny way of teaching us the things we need to learn, often when we least expect it.

And maybe contentment isn’t about having everything figured out.

Maybe it’s simply the feeling of being able to stand still long enough to realize that what we have right here, right now, is already enough.

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Mayerthorpe, AB

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Monday 8:30am - 4pm
Tuesday 8:30am - 4pm
Wednesday 8:30am - 4pm
Thursday 8:30am - 4pm
Friday 8:30am - 4pm

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