Three hours on the road with three kid goats can get kind of loud, especially when you take them over the mountain passes to get to our place and their little ears hurt. By the time I finished teaching, we got lunch and then a briefing from our fabulous breeder, it was almost sunset when we got the herd home.
We decided to add a wether (neutered male) because, well, it takes three to make a herd. Two is just a pair. Tompkins (after the apple King of Tompkins County) was one of a set of quads. Mama goats only have two teats, and while Dorothy was an excellent mother, Tompkins (we changed his name from Toto) had to share. He’s trying to eat everything to catch up in size to Belle (de Boskoop) and Duchess (of Oldenburg).
After the first night crying for their lost mothers, they settled right in to their pen. I like to take a chair out and sit with them, to observe and learn their ways. The first day I had 3 lap-goats, but they are getting used to me just being around. Yesterday Tommie fell asleep in my lap. So far they are pretty calm, except at supper time, which in their opinion should be an hour earlier. I’ve got their number: an hour earlier today, two hours next week and then they’ll be begging for a late night supper. They can holler all they want but they get only two meals a day and will go to bed with full stomachs.
R said it feels like a real ranch now. We may be mostly apple ranchers (a term dating back to 1911), but hooves on the ground is a really good thing.