This is what I’ll be wearing this summer – my slat bonnet and work apron.
It is the first sunny, clear day in a week. I took the goats out for a few hours of grazing on the (dandelions) fresh grass. I attach lines to the fence rails with clove hitches, put the goats on leads, and clip the leads to the lines so they have some range but don’t get tangled together. The clip slides along the length of the line. I am always concerned about animals getting tangled in long picket lines, so this keeps the lead short but lets them move around, get to the water bucket and lie down.
The buck takes good care of his girls; I take him out first since the girls will always go to him. But he stands there, looking back at the barn, knickering and calling to them. The goats are much quieter than my sheep were. They sound more like lambs.
Vanilla is very friendly. She likes to have her nose scratched. She and the buck walk on leads like dogs.
Vanilla is very round in the belly. She hasn’t bagged up yet – that is, her udder isn’t full. That usually happens a couple of days before birth.
Tara is a little alpine, and she is seriously opposed to being on the lead. She made her escape from the stall as I took Vanilla out, but she didn’t go far. I caught her with a handful of grain, and got her out on the fenceline, too. She kidded a few months ago. The seller thought she might have been “caught” again, so we might see another kid in August or so.
She is small, lithe, agile – and a wee bit headstrong. She is Goat with the capital G.