Meet mama, who accidentally was named this. She was cranky and mean when she came to us and my husband started calling her old granny. So I would talk to her soothingly, calling her mama.
She is the leader (boss)(space hog) of the group. When the dog barks she is first to run to see what the fuss is about. No one can lay in her spot, and no one can drink from her water bucket. She has cashmere, but as of yet I am unsure how it will be. I brushed her when I got her, and will wash and spin what I got to figure it out.
Then we have Blackie, again, my husbands descriptive word stuck as a name. She is spunky, bouncy and talkative. She would be the party animal, and trouble-maker. She eats like she has not eaten in days.
She had a couple kids this year, before I got her. I have not seen her cashmere fibre.
Next is the sweetest of the angoras and the most affectionate of the herd. Roxy is the first to greet me, and the last to say goodbye. She nuzzles and stays close. Maybe it's because of the bananas I have bribed her with, or the fact I know her itchy spots that I can easily scratch and she can't.
I sheared roxy with hand shears shortly after she arrived. I am excited about making yarn from her fibre, both pure mohair and blends (for socks). That will be nice, locally made socks with materials coming from my animals and some wool from my neighbour to blend with! Lastly, we have Katie, who is named after a friend who asked to have a goat named after her. Katie the goat is shy, timid, and the bottom of the "pecking order". With time I am sure she will come around. She is gorgeous. I sheared her too, shortly after she arrived.
That's Katie, second from the front. Always behind Roxy.
There they are! My new herd. So much more to blog about now!
