Alright, people, you've worn me down. Here she is, along with her older sister Daisy. I have them in the same pasture I put Nikki and Lena in yesterday. When they first arrived earlier this week, I figured Margaret and Daisy would head off into the woods at the edge of the pastures and start devouring all of the little tree shoots, berry bushes and shrubs that goats are reportedly keen on browsing. I mean, this place is goat heaven with all the young woody plants popping up everywhere. "No thanks," they said, "we'll just follow you around." And they did. So they spent most of their time up by the house and barn, lying out on the driveway, and wandering into the barn to munch on some of the Montana hay we brought with us. Hay? With all these fresh green goat delicacies underfoot?
After a couple of days of that, I had them follow me into this pasture and I … well, I closed the gate on them. Rude, but effective. Now they'll have to eat fresh green stuff.
In case you're wondering, we did have three goats, but we sold Margaret's sister Scarlett earlier this year to a wonderful couple from Lavinia, Montana, who were looking for a Nigerian Dwarf goat to use for dairying. (This is a small dairy breed.) We had realized that three goats was more than we needed. Scarlett is now pregnant and due to deliver in the next couple of weeks. Then it's into the milking parlor.
Margaret says, "They're going to milk my sister? Jeez, that sounds like a lot of work. I hope that's not in my future!"
Hmm.
Hmmmmm.
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