Our Angora goats
When we started our farm, Alex wanted some goats to help clear the woods, but we couldn’t put up fencing before all the trees were felled. Without fencing, we really couldn’t let the goats do their work, so it ended up that Sandy and Alex cleared the underbrush themselves. However, on the positive side, the goats have been wonderful producers of mohair, which we blend with our alpaca to give it body. And, they are shorn twice a year. They are also quite friendly (unlike the alpacas), so when visitors come, they love to pat them and feed them apple slices or leftover veggies.
On Jan. 17, 2014, we sold Porter and Parker to a farm in Pottstown. We decided that four goats were more than we needed. We kept Pete for his shimmering white locks and Pippin because of his black color. Now with just Pete and Pippin it is easier to clean up and less hassle feeding them, especially during the winter.
Phil was everyone’s favorite. He was Mr. Personality and definitely the King of the Mountain. He ruled over Pete, his companion. Unfortunately, Phil developed stones in his urinary track, and we had to put him down.
Pete and Phil came to us together from Holly Hill Fiber Farm. Pete was always Mr. Docile and certainly didn’t have the personality of Phil. But with Phil’s passing, he is now Lord of the Manor. Pete has very nice silky locks and because of the white color are very good for dyeing.
Pippin is our newest addition, acquired on July 15, 2012. He is about two months old and will now supplant Porter as the low rung on the ladder. We are looking forward to harvesting his beautiful gray-black fiber.
Bye Bye Phil
Sad news to report from Little Lost Creek. On Thursday, Jan. 19, we had to euthanize Phil, our beloved angora goat. Anyone who visited the farm was attracted to Phil. He was our ambassador of good will—friendly, outgoing, a little bossy sometimes, but he always loved visitors.
Wednesday I noticed him standing around a lot just staring off in the distance. This was certainly not him. I called the vet and she came over and examined him. He didn’t have a fever and everything else seemed OK, so she decided it must be a blockage of his urinary track. I took him to the clinic where she could observe him overnight, The next day when he still hadn’t urinated, she performed a few procedures to try to free the blockage but to no avail. Short of major bladder surgery, which was very expensive and not 100 percent guaranteed to solve the problem in the long run, there was nothing else to do, so we decided to alleviate his pain and msiery.
We miss Phil as does his companion Pete. We are in the process of finding another goat, possibly two, so that Pete won’t be lonely, and we’ll continue to have a good source of mohair.