Posted Mar 25, 2014
Stein was a goat as intractable as the stones he was named after. When I came upon him he was a wooly old beast with one cracked horn, who wanted nothing more than to be left to his feed and grazing amongst the strangest goats he ever did see. Those would be the horses who shared a field with him, and with whom he never seemed to have any quarrel. He wasn't precisely cranky, but he definitely carried an air that told you that he was an old man, and you youngsters should respect your elders. The one thing he'd utterly cooperate with was being shorn, especially in the hot summers. Once shorn he'd utter a sigh of relief, and we'd head into the house to begin the process that would end with lovely lengths of spun wool, and the bits of woven fabric that would come from our inkle loom. Stein was a wonderful old goat, and had little quarrel with anyone, so long as there was food in it for him. He even tolerated kids dangling from his horns, which we of course discouraged, but with the playful shakes of his head he never seemed to. Angoras can be wonderful pets, and if you're a fiber geek, the source of hours of creative entertainment.