Yesterday, I had the honor of visiting with one of my favorite local herds. Forty five minutes from my home is Hartwell, Ga. The home of Frank and Joyce Woodrum and their marvelous, pure bred angora goats bred for their soft, lusterious curly locks.
Here are a few pictures of Hartwell Lake and the dam that is on the way to their house:
I made a few new friends when I got there:
Then, we went out to view her beautiful herd in her scenic pasture (just look at that grass!!!):
Now, of course, these lovely does and wethers are, as spoiled as grandkids, and even have their own clubhouse:
After inspecting the herd, (I have GOT to get me a couple of those does! And, there is one young wether there…), we went to where their lovely fresh shorn fleeces lay stored carefully in the barn. And, there is where not a moment passed that I wasn’t in sheer delight of sensation as I got to pet each and every one of those majestic coats. Now, of course, I could not leave with out some and much more than I should, but through the wonders of my funds, a bartered spindle and Joyces’ generosity, I have not just a fleece or two. I got one incredible wethers fleece and a fleece from a darling little doe the color of silver turned autumn leaves, a nice little kids fleece with the finest of fur..a..ah, shucks, roll the pictures……….
Sorry about the lighting on the last one, but it was getting on towards evening (horrid for pictures). Here is a close up, though: