And that adorable baby goat wormed his way into my heart. He's the golden boy on our little place-first one fed, first to get scratches and treats... If you want to follow the Archie saga, you can find details about his growing up by clicking on the "goats" tab on the right of the page. But now "that darn goat" as he is lovingly called, is all grown up. Or is he? I've learned that most goats grow for 3 years! So he's halfway grown up. But he has reached the size where I can no longer handle him. If he isn't willing to do something, forget it, it isn't happening- no matter how many times I shake my finger at him. He's a good 200 pounds of muscle and he knows how to use it. And when he is in rut, even the trusty cattle prod doesn't faze him. He butts it like a mortal enemy!
|One of these things just doesn't belong here|
After two days of hanging buckets of pellets and water on the fence so I wouldn't have to go inside, I got a break. Archie and company ventured into his pen and one of them had leaned against the gate-closing them all in! I quickly fed Archie from the outside and while he was busy munching away, I slipped through the girls' pen and
Now, I'm faced with a situation I should have dealt with before all this happened. I have to decide what to do with a buck that I love so much but can't handle on my own. I don't have a lot of options.We aren't in "goat country" so there isn't a neighboring herd I can add him to. DH can take him back to the same auction house we got him from. Or I can keep him and spend my days worrying about his getting out again. I guess for now this story is "to be continued...."