I wish that I had a Movie Camera Today
By Teresa Michaud

When company comes over to visit the goats, they are usually quite intimidated by the size of the horns on the big bucks. They always mention the horns and sometimes they even jump back in surprise. Angora goats are a docile animal. They are also a very social animal; so much so, that if you had only a single angora goat it may not live very long. When I bought my goats from a breeder, the first thing he needed to know was how many goats. When I responded that I wanted seven animals, he was relieved and told me that he would not sell only one or two. These are herd animals and they need to be with other angora goats in order to be happy and live a long life. They have a very complicated social structure. Watching them interact with each other is fascinating and can sometimes be very amusing. It can be so entertaining to see how patient the bucks are with the kids. They act like the grand father so calm and they always have time to play with them.

Tristan was the first baby born at our little farm, the first kid of a new generation. He was Rudbeckie’s first baby. He was born about three days before any of the other kids arrived in the spring of 2007. Since this was so new to me as well, I loved to watch him as he discovered his world. The day he was two days old, I wished that I had a movie camera. Tristan was already old enough to play and there were no other kids around to play with yet. Ricin is a reasonably big buck weighing in at over one hundred eighty pounds easy. He is of no relation to Tristan. That afternoon, Ricin was asleep; he was stretched right out flat. He looked like a huge mountain had just sprung up in the centre of the closure. Tristan very stealthily walked over and smelled Ricin’s hind foot perhaps to see who it was that was sleeping there. Tristan then quietly walked around the huge mound to the front foot, smelled it then looks up at Ricin’ face. Ricin suddenly felt he was being watched and opened his eyes; he remained lying down, flat out, right where he was and watched for Tristan's next move. Tristan walked up between the front and rear legs then climbed up onto Ricin's belly. Ricin remained motionless he did not even blink. He just let Tristan stand on his belly. I was amazed. Maybe he was in a coma with his eyes open. You have to be ‘family’ in order to be walked on. Usually only mothers would let babies climb on them and only their own babies at that. Tristan would not weigh more than five or six pounds but Ricin was not his mother, he was a buck. Tristan then began to walk around on him and proceeded to leap and jump showing that he was proud to be way up there on Ricin's fluffy body. Suddenly, Ricin sat up and Tristan immediately slid to the ground - whoops! That mohair is slippery. That was good fun. He wanted to do it again so he climbed back up; this time on Ricin's back and walked around on him some more. Ricin remained perfectly still. He was sitting up chewing his cud. Tristan hopped and walked around. There was lots of room up there for him to play. This went on for some time. Ricin finally stood up and Tristan was still standing on his back! He began to get dizzy way up high. I could see he was beginning to lose his balance. Ricin turned his head and looked around at him for a moment as if to say hang on little friend or you will fall. He started walking and Tristan immediately slipped off the back end. He jumped to his feet and followed Ricin as if he was saying, "do it again, do it again!" It is no wonder they call them "kids". I thought that I would bust a gut laughing.