Sarah the goat gets my goat. She is a typical spoiled goat that was bottle fed as a kid and does not realize her boundaries with humans. All the other goats stay in the fence, but Sarah jumps out because she can. The other goats can, or at least some of them can now, because Sarah broke the fence in three different places. There is a livestock panel over the worst part and another panel will go up tomorrow, but she will come out because she only likes the premium hay saved for rationing, not the regular hay that everyone else gets.
Sarah would make the most ideal pet goat for a family with only the need for a few goats. She can be tethered with a collar. She is so friendly and loving, too, always curious and wanting to be near the humans. She does love treats and would bust through chicken wire to get at grain when she can, so she, like the rest of the ruminants on the farm, are not fed grain. It is not good for them anyhow. Sarah is quite pregnant. She did not sell last year, nor did her little Pygmy/Alpine cross doeling. I am hoping that some one would take the whole family; Sarah and her last year's doeling and their kids. Ideally, that would be a great start to a little goat herd. Sarah is a purebred Alpine dairy goat our of super milking and show lines. She is not trained to milk, but I am quite sure she would not mind standing on a stantion if she got fed the whole time.
But Sarah rubs me the wrong way. I do not like her getting out to help herself to the premium hay. She paws it and selects only the best tidbits, stepping on the rest and soiling it as she poops and pees while munching. Tomorrow I am going to wrap what is left of that bale with netting. The problem is that there is a different bale of similar hay a little further away, which Sarah will find. She was even in the duck pen eating the ducks' grain, the other day. Robbie the border collie sends her sailing over the fence back home when he notices her out. She has taught her daughter to jump the fence and seek for better food too. In a way, Sarah is the smartest of the bunch, but she is a thorn in my side. If she does not sell this year, I am going to put her in an electric fence forever. Or, I say I will. Last winter I had to keep her in the 7 foot high dog kennel all winter to keep her where she shouldn't be. Some days I think she is the coolest little goatie ever, but generally, I wish some one else owned her. She is due in two weeks. A week after that when I know her little ones are strong and she is well, off she goes, I hope. Can't wait, but at the same time, I know I will miss her.
Sarah would make the most ideal pet goat for a family with only the need for a few goats. She can be tethered with a collar. She is so friendly and loving, too, always curious and wanting to be near the humans. She does love treats and would bust through chicken wire to get at grain when she can, so she, like the rest of the ruminants on the farm, are not fed grain. It is not good for them anyhow. Sarah is quite pregnant. She did not sell last year, nor did her little Pygmy/Alpine cross doeling. I am hoping that some one would take the whole family; Sarah and her last year's doeling and their kids. Ideally, that would be a great start to a little goat herd. Sarah is a purebred Alpine dairy goat our of super milking and show lines. She is not trained to milk, but I am quite sure she would not mind standing on a stantion if she got fed the whole time.
But Sarah rubs me the wrong way. I do not like her getting out to help herself to the premium hay. She paws it and selects only the best tidbits, stepping on the rest and soiling it as she poops and pees while munching. Tomorrow I am going to wrap what is left of that bale with netting. The problem is that there is a different bale of similar hay a little further away, which Sarah will find. She was even in the duck pen eating the ducks' grain, the other day. Robbie the border collie sends her sailing over the fence back home when he notices her out. She has taught her daughter to jump the fence and seek for better food too. In a way, Sarah is the smartest of the bunch, but she is a thorn in my side. If she does not sell this year, I am going to put her in an electric fence forever. Or, I say I will. Last winter I had to keep her in the 7 foot high dog kennel all winter to keep her where she shouldn't be. Some days I think she is the coolest little goatie ever, but generally, I wish some one else owned her. She is due in two weeks. A week after that when I know her little ones are strong and she is well, off she goes, I hope. Can't wait, but at the same time, I know I will miss her.
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