I think it is so super cute how goats move their jaws laterally to chew. This is Least 'Un. I was out of town when he was born and Mom had to take him home to save his life. He was weak and near death for a week or so before she could nurse him back to health enough to bring him back. So she named him Least 'Un, after one of the children in Catherine Marshall's book Christy. Does anybody remember reading that book? Anyway, it was such an appropriate name for the poor little sick one, but that was eight years ago and now he is one of my oldest, biggest goats! He has always been so sweet and affectionate. I just sheared him a couple weeks ago and already sold his fleece! A sweet lady from Twin Falls found my listing in LocalHarvest.org for mohair grown in Idaho. She has already bought three fleeces from me, and came and toured my farm last Sunday with her grandkids and some friends. It is so nice to find a new friend who appreciates the beautiful mohair my sweeties produce so bountifully!
I have all but six sheared now. Some I did myself and some Mom helped me with. You can sure tell which ones she helped with because mine are all raggedy!
Angora goats rule!
Thank you, Lord, for my job, my home, and goats!