Angora Amora: April 2019

My Place

T'was in the windy city where I was born, but there I never found a home.
My heart had known before my past, in concrete walls I would not last.
Could it be these feet of mine, would find the sand the place they'd pine?
Alas the beach was not the place, for that my forlorn heart would race.
Canopy of trees, shines filtered sun, a breathe of honeysuckle where I run,
T'was a hoosier I'm meant to be, with clay soil beneath my feet.
Just one acre, my little woods. But this place does suit me good.
And here I'll be a hoosier best, and live my life til time to rest.

Rebecca

Thursday, April 4, 2019

New at Angora Amora

Now living in our Jeffersonville home for 2 years. This is the year we bring back English Angora's! Yay!!!! I have missed them during our time of many transitions.

Meet the beginning of our Rabbitry Rebuild!

Kendra Sheree's Slate

Jr Black Buck
1/10/19