Tuesday, March 8, 2011


Our first goat, or the "test goat" as I was calling him, was not very encouraging. Booger wasn't tame or friendly and really didn't want to have anything to do with us. I attribute it to his traumatic capture when every goat in the pen had to be given a pelvic exam to find the one with the non-female parts. In his haste to escape the exam, he ran into a gate and knocked off one of his very cool curly-cue horns. He arrived at the ranch with a bloodied horn stub and a scared attitude. He bleated pitifully until the other goats arrived. Then he was a happy camper.

He lets us pet him a little now. He is the softest, tallest goat we have. Hopefully with time and patience, he'll let us walk him on the leash and scratch behind his ears. 

Booger, our first goat, a wether.

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