This month we adopted a 4-year-old Great Pyranees named Shiloh to protect my pygmy goats. She lives in the back field with them and is used to guarding pygmy goats. They are afraid of her because they have never had a dog in the field with them; two Great Pyranees are in an adjacent field. The first thing Shiloh did was walk the perimeter of “her” property. She’s friendly with us and seems to be happy in her new home.
Goat Bridge! Turtle is eating goat pellets below while Snow White reaches into the top of the hay manger. Why would she do that when she can reach the hay from below more easily? Enter the mysterious world of the pygmy goat mind.
My lonely billy goat, Hansel, now has some company! Blackie, a young cat we adopted, has been sleeping under the goat house. Hansel is a passive sort of friend. Blackie can rub against his leg and his beard and come and go through the fence as she likes. He tolerates it all and never tries to butt her with his big horns. Then - she gave birth to 4 kittens in a hay barn on the other side of the property. She kept the kittens there almost 6 weeks before bringing them - it took her two nights - to her favorite lair under Hansel’s house. You can see part of the house - an extension of the main goat house - behind Hansel in the photo. Hansel usually keeps his distance from the kittens. I think he’s baffled by them but still passive. The kittens are eating cat food now and dart in and out of the fence to eat near the door to the goat house. We get to watch this marvel twice a day! Two of the kittens let us pick them up and pet them; the other two are reluctant. This involves spitting, scratching, and hair-raising like little advertisements for Halloween! All 4 are solid black, of course! What fun!
Keepers! Of the 7 kids born this spring, I have sold 5 and am keeping these two lovely does: Turtle and Snow White (with the blue eyes). They have sweetheart dispositions - like to be petted and to follow me around their pen. I’ll wait until they are two years old to breed them.
It’s time to sell 5 of the 7 kids born this spring! I have advertised on Craig’s List. Starting at the top of this group of photos, There’s Chamomile, Earl Gray, Snickers, Cream, and Snowball. Three are already weaned at 2 months old; the other two will be weaned on June 10th. The first few days they are away from their mothers, they are unhappy little kids. Calling to their mothers and crying, goat style. I’ll keep two of the seven: Snow White (blue eyes like her twin) and Turtle, Rosie’s brown kid.
In a cheese shop in Paris I found a wide selection of goat cheese. Here’s one type with a clear goat design. Don’t tell anyone, but I don’t like the taste of goat cheese. To me it tastes like the scent of goats!
While I was on vacation in Paris last week, I was astounded to see a goat in the Tuilleries Garden adjacent to the Louvre Museum grounds! There were two of them trimming the long grass in what we would call a ditch in Texas. Both goats were tethered at the bottom of the ditch (a classy ditch), and this goat managed to stretch enough to eat the irises on the edge of the bed. Paris, France is the last place I expected to see a goat!
Earl Grey, one of Beauty’s kids, likes to stand on her back. She doesn’t seem to mind. This little buck balances for 5-6 seconds before leaping off! It’s remarkable to watch!
Tragedy struck last Friday when one of Beauty’s triplets died. Apparently, Peaches was not getting enough nutrition in the first 2 days to thrive. Triplets do have to compete for only two teats. Earl Grey and Camomile are healthy as you can see here. Beauty doesn’t miss Peaches since she has the other two kids to take care of. It’s typical behavior for “livestock” animals. Just part of life and death on a farm.