Hello, My Name is Tommy

Tommy, in the foreground, is so small, he can climb into the feeder. Bad Tommy! Sofi, his sister, one of the quads, is looking in on him.

I have been eating all the fines that collect at the bottom of the feeder. Can you tell from my dirty face?

This is my little buddy, Jackson, a purebred Babydoll Southdown ram lamb. He can't figure out why I am inside the feeder and not where he is.

Hello. My name is Tommy and I am a baby Nygora. My mother is a Nigerian Dwarf goat, a rather small dairy breed with a hair coat and my father was an Angora. Angora goats are large and their hair is harvested as mohair. When my dad was really young, just a kid, his hair was kid mohair. My mother had four of us, but my brothers were sold to another farm and Sofi and I got to stay. I have little horn buds and will have horns, but I am four months old. I am much smaller than my sister, Sofi, but she is not very big either. Our buddy, Timmy, is a real Angora kid, a little boy, just like me. When I get big and older, my hair is not going to become coarse, but his will. Because I so small, I can fit in places I am not really supposed to go, like inside the feeder. I pooped in it, ha ha. I didn't really do it on purpose. It just sort of happened. Now the farmer has to clean it out so that the other goats and sheep don't eat it, but they wouldn't anyhow, not even accidentally. 

As a Nygora, my hair, or fibre, will have to be cut off twice a year, once in the spring and once in the fall and it can be combed, carded and spun into strong, but very soft garments. Wouldn't you love a blanket of something so cuddly? It doesn't hurt me, but I am not fond of being sheared. When I am grown up, I am going to marry some other girls and have kids of my own. Aren't I so adorable?

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