Tuesday, June 23, 2015

Goatlies

This past Sunday we brought home four baby goats. In my mind this was going to be a grand glorious event full of goat love and fields of flowers and endless pictures of sweet babies to share. 

Reality is never so convenient. Turns out baby goats are rather objectionable to being caught, picked up, and put in the back of a truck. To the extent a certain sassy pants goat thrashed around until she slammed a horn into Brandon's hand and BROKE HER HORN. Thankfully the great and powerful Google quickly informed us this was fairly common and not at all the emergency we were certain it was in the first few minutes. We goat the goats to the main farm and Brandon's grandmother and great uncle helped cut off the rest of the horn cleanly while I ran to town for antiseptic and an aerosol bandage spray. Great stuff BTW. And finally we all made it home. 

We left the babies in the barn for a while to let them get used to us and the new place. Once they decided we were not in fact evil overlords and began to trust us, we let them out to play.

OK, so they were sticking their heads through the bars of the stall begging to come play. To-mato to-ma-to. 


Fawn. She hasn't quite made up her mind about us.


Boot and Fawn


Lemony Snickett, named for her series of unfortunate events. She is the goat Brandon picked out for himself, and the one who broke her horn on his hand.
A few days before that she had a unfortunate meeting with the electric fence at her previous home. We thought this baby would hate us for sure, but she is one of the most trusting (and is healing nicely.)



Boot. Boot is a placeholder name until Mama gets home from vacation and names her properly. Boot is also the most ornery of the goat babies.

Daisy Girl
Daisy is my little one. Sweetest personality and face, and maybe just a bit too curious for her own good :p


Checking out the field for the first time





On a related note, if you ever need to corral all your chickens to one end of the pen, let loose four creatures they have never seen before next to the pen. The chickens normally have a neutral opinion of me; today they could not get close enough.





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