I have the coolest old swing on a huge oak tree next to my house. The seat of the swing has a chain grown into an old lichen-covered branch. At some point, this branch was turned into the seat of a swing and the chain was slung over a branch of the oak tree. It was so long ago that the tree grew and the swing is quite a distance from the ground now. It is so beautiful and unique! I took pictures of my mohair rovings on this old swing to post in my store on ETSY. Looks so coo
Izzy was my first bottle baby and she is still very tame--she loves everybody! She kidded last June on the day of a terrible storm. Little Stormy is a sweet girl, too. She still has her baby blue eyes, so I have started calling her Storm (you know, like in X-men?). Here they are just before shearing time.
This is Izzy and Storm just after I sheared them. When I shear my goats, they always look to me like they are taking off their warm winter pajamas for the spring. Angora goats are so funny after shearing--they have to butt heads to establish precedence again. They have such a strong pecking order that they know exactly who is one bit stronger than them and who is one bit weaker. Here mama and baby are sniffing each other to make sure who they are
While Mom was getting pictures of me holding the goats we had just shorn, Angel was rubbing her head all over me. Goats communicate a lot with their heads--butting heads competitively, scratching their forehead on the fence. So Angel was loving on me when Mom happened to get the best picture! Doesn't she look blissfully happy? This is my new thumbnail image for Facebook!!
Angora goats rule!
Thank you, Lord, for my job, my home, and goats!