Captain's Log – Fancy Goats at Boyer Bunny Ranch

It's been a while since I promised a story on Beatrice, the fancy angora goat, and of course, the story keeps rolling. So, what was a Beatrice update is now a "lost goats in the neighborhood caper."

Beatrice came from a nice kid out on the edge of the desert who is raising dairy goats on his homestead. He ended up with her one day at the sale, and rethought his life decisions, and I was the lucky one who got her. She's got the perfect, wavy, loopy angora curls that will turn into beautiful mohair yarn that, after I'm done spinning, will be lovely, warm beanies for all my friends. 

And also, she's absolutely adorable. 

But she hates Clio. Clio thinks Beatrice is her very own plaything, and Beatrice thinks Clio is a little much. She will not let Clio get anywhere near her and regularly rams her horns into Clio's thick head when any attempts at friendship, bullying, or acknowledgment are offered. 

But she likes me. She follows me around the yard and comes and lies at my feet while I sit on the porch and watch the sunset. 

It's true, though, what they say, goats don't like to be alone. When I'm gone during the day and she's in her pen, she gets lonely and is all excited when I get home. 

So, I went on an adventure and got her some friends. 

Abigail and Clarise are from Copperopolis. They, too, are lovely, fancy angora for spinning yarn, although their previous owner had them sheared right before I picked them up. Abigail is adorable and quite like Beatrice, but Clarice has a cashmere grandma, and she is a little, well… let's say a little more of a typical goat. 

All those horror stories of goats in the hydrangeas and goats breaking into the house when you're gone, this is Clarice. 

Last night, when I got home, all three goats were gone. 

A neighborhood APB did not yield goats, and this morning I was back out in the sand and sagebrush, dodging tamarack branches, trying to find the errant goats. 

Our sweet Nancy, who writes for us, is also a Boyer Road neighbor, and she knew it was deadline day, so she took pity on me and went looking while I was trying to finish the paper. She just sent proof of life – the renegade girls were at Sally's, and she followed them home and left Clio in the house so she won't pester them. 

So, while the team here shakes their heads and the neighbors are on watch for escapees, we'll all still be right here…

…Keeping you Posted.

Rach