Baby angora rabbits.

Kid and yearling angora goats in all colors are now available for sale. Please email to let me know what you are looking for. jmarckathy@aol.com

Check out my blog at: http://www.uniquedesignsbykathy.blogspot.com. This is where I am now posting all of the babies' photos. 

March 14, 2007 Hanging out in the shade at the water container. Hard to believe that it is over 85 degrees in March!

Opal in a fashionable goat coat. Some babies remain chilled, even after they are all cleaned up and fed their first colostrum. I knitted a goat coat and a friend offered to knit me another one, so now I have two coats. Vanilla does not know what to think of her daughter now that she is so dressed up.

Just when you think you understand and know about color genetics in angora goats, you get surprised. Fortunately, all of the offspring are registerable, never mind the gorgeous quality of the fiber, where the true value is as far as any spinner is concerned.

Jalapeno had a black doe and a white buck with a few black spots. She is a reverse badger and the buck I bred her to was a dominant black.

Habanera is a dominant black and she was bred to Cafe Americano, a reverse badger. She surprised me with a white buck and a lovely peach doe with blue eyes.

I blew my plan for naming all of the animals after gems and minerals. Peaches fit perfectly, so that became her name.

A closeup of a buck's fleece at 4 month's growth.

Who do you think won the butting heads contest? Notice that the two bucks in the background seem to be getting some action in also!

Butting heads is hard work! Look at all the ways a kid can sleep.

On a cold night, what better way to sleep? Latte and one of her twins.

Update in 2008 - gorgeous wool off the Border Leicester/Shetlands: Pearl and Onyx.  Both had triplets. Pearl had three white rams and Onyx had two black rams and one ewe. They have lovely wool. In 2009 they both had quadrupets out of a Jacob ram.

The year of the hat. Cafe Americano's version. Caught this photo one night, when I went to check on the animals. He did not seem to be frantic, so I ran to get the camera.

These are REALLY lemons on one of our trees. Charcoal was helping me pick up the newspaper and detoured on the way.

A trip to Taos in October 2005, resulted in the addition of three of the four types of Angora rabbits to my fiber supply.

Parsley, A French Angora

Thyme, a German giant Angora Rabbit

Sage, an English Angora Rabbit

My original Shetland sheep, which I still have.

Espresso is still the herdsire in 2008.

This is a close up of Cafe au Latte, AKA Spots.

Shyly is the black Border Leicester in the foreground. My son, Kyle, likes to sit and read among the animals.

Shyly wants to know why Precious, last year's white doeling, gets to have the best spot. Cappuchino, last year's red buck is waiting for his turn.

Three angora goats with three months of hair growth.

SCENES FROM 2005

Cafe Americano's baby picture.

Some of the llamas at rest in the fenced yard. Emmy, in the foreground got mad when we took her gorgeous hair. Hard to tell by looking at her, but she is pregnant in this photo.

Emmy's male cria born in January 2005 was named Cardamom and has recently moved to a new home (July 2006.)

It is rather hard to make it to the feeders, when the animals all meet me at the gate.

Tiffany's kid, Vanilla, was born on March 1, 2005. She is a day old in this photo. I will try for a better shot, but she tends to get under her mother when she sees me coming.

2005: Barbara's kids: the buck named, Nutmeg, is almost always under his mother drinking; the doe, Cinnamon is in the foreground. The black, very pregnant doe in the background is Nola. 

Nutmeg finally got out from under his mother. He has been sold to a loving home.

Shyly surprised me on the 9th of March, 2005, with triplets. All are healthy, but I have ended up bottle feeding the runt, since Shyly has been pushing it away. The runt is named "Garlic," the ewe lamb is named "Onion," and the ewe ram is named "Scallion." (I am trying to keep with my herbs and spice theme.)

Garlic is being fed by one of my close friends, Rosey, while Shyly is feeding her babies in the background. It is amazing how quickly they grow.

Absinthe has just been fed and is racked out in my friend's lap. The other babies, not to be left out, came to investigate the newcomer. Saffron, Precious' kid, is chewing on Carolyn's shirt. Wormwood is under the chair. Normally, the kids take turns sitting on the rocker and butting each other off it.

I am not sure what it is about sleeping in the feeder, but every kid managed to do that at some point, shortly after birth. Ginger (left) and Coriander (right), Latte's kids are sharing the feeder. Ginger has been sold, but will remain until she has been weaned. She has a very sweet disposition.

The Shetland sheep were about the last to have their lambs. Surprisingly, they all had black lambs, when only one ewe, Columbian, is actually black. Espresso, the ram, must carry black in his genes. This is Hazelnut with her ewe lamb, Cumin. Hazelnut's fleece was grey. (This is being added a year later: None those black lambs remained black. People don't always share information in the breeding world, so I did not find out until three months later that all of those black lambs would turn different colors and that their second fleeces might even be different from the first.)

I thought that "Spots", Cafe au Latte, would have had twins, but she had the smallest baby of all, an ewe lamb, named Poppy.

Nola, the black doe has two black doe kids. I named them Chili and Jalapeno Pepper. Jalapeno's facial hair is turning gray, but I am hoping that her hair and Chili's will remain pure black until the first shearing. Both kids are gorgeous and among my favorites.

Paprika was the last kid born. I sheared her mama right before I took a trip to Indiana to see Kristie's master harp recital. The baby disappeared while I was shearing. I spent six hours crying, while looking for her. I was sure that she has wandered outside the fence and been taken by a coyote. She obviously had not bonded well with her mother, because Mocha bellowed along with my crying, and Paprika still did not show up. Finally, I saw a black kid coming out from under the mesquite tree at the back of the enclosure and behind her was Paprika. You can imagine my relief and how quickly I locked her up in a pen with her mother, so bonding could take place!