So we went on vacation. It was not farm related (thanks to a couple of petered out llamas) so I will not dwell on it here but if you are curious about our motorcycling, hiking, camping trip to the Olympic Peninsula go to http://www.kodakgallery.com/gallery/sharing/shareRedirectSwitchBoard.jsp?token=590437416905%3A1418934100&sourceId=533754321803&cm_mmc=eMail-_-Share-_-Photos-_-Sharee
We had left our farm in the very capable hands of our neighbors, but when we got back we found Coug, our red Angora wether, dead. He apparently had died just before we got home and appeared to have head injuries, like he had been beaten up by the other goats. We had bought him at the Black Sheep Gathering in 2009. I had long wanted a red Angora goat, and so it was like a dream come true when I finally found him for sale. We brought him home, but he never fit in well with our flock. He was always the low goat on the totem pole, getting hit by the others. I had kept him in a pen with another small fiber goat for a long time, but thought that this was not a good life for either of them. And I knew better than to put him in with the bucks. So I let them back out into the flock. He seemed to be OK, not getting hit but staying away from the rest of the goats. Well, I guess I was mistaken, and he was still being hit. So now I feel really bad that I was not able to provide him with a good life, and instead it was short and lonely. Rest in Peace, little Coug. I am sorry. And I have learned my lesson the hard way that sometimes it is better to buy the fleece and not the animal.