love goats also. I was raised on a small farm and we had 13 pet goats. I milked goats every morning before catching the school bus. We had an apple orchard and some of the goats could climb trees. The apple trees were free of leaves as high as a goat could reach standing on their hind legs.
Milkers are a lot of work, they have to get milked weather you feel like it or not...(chuckles). I had one bottle baby that when he got older, I could let him out of the pasture and he would follow me around the farm...his specialty was the weeping willows by the pond...trimmed them up real nice..If I turned a corner and he couldn't see me, he'd baa for me like I was his mother.....
I was walking with him in the front yard one day when a car came down our country road and hit the brakes...we sure must have looked strange to them...but he was the only one that I could let out of pasture...some tried but after we put up the electric wires they quit trying....
We started out with 18 angora's and 5 years later we were up to 80 at the end of kidding season.Had 20 kids that season, several twins....helped birth quite a few. I had to sell the farm a couple of years after hubby died....I still love those goats...
Most people mistake Angora's for a type of sheep. They get sheared and thats where mohair comes from...Cashmere goats are quite interesting also...