Well, I suppose one could have too many goats, but we certainly didn't. After losing half our herd over a few short years, we didn't have enough goats to keep up with the work load. The woods were becoming overgrown, beginning to look like... well... woods.
In July of last year, a friend called Mr J about a pygmy goat needing a new home. Her mother had the goat as a pet along with a sheep, but her mother's health wasn't good, and the sheep had died. The goat seemed very lonely. Knowing goats don't do well alone, we were happy to give the little pygmy a home. Little did we know we were getting another horse! (And that pygmies aren't that little.)
Introducing Stitch! We quickly discovered that Stitch's coat was so dense, he could not feel the electric fence. YIKES! That means we have no way to contain him. We tried introducing him to the other goats, but he was as scared of them as they were of him! Every time we took him into their pasture, he would just run out through the fence! But guess where he ran?
Maggie Mae is beautiful, I agree. It seems other critters think so, too. Stitch immediately took up with her, and would follow her wherever she went. Separate them and Stitch would cry and go running back to her.
Since the fence won't contain him, he pretty much goes wherever he wants. So that means every time I go for a ride on Maggie, Stitch goes with us. At first, he clung so closely that my feet would kick his horns! Now he will let us get several yards away at times. The neighbors get a kick out of seeing me coming on the horse, accompanied by the goat and the dog.
Since Stitch isn't cooperating about joined the clearing crew, I told Mr J we should buy some more goats. We started looking and fell in love with many, but decided on two young wethers about a mile from our house. Webrought them home in August of last year and named them D.J. for Derby Jr and Brownie for Mr J's NFL team. (No mean comments, please. ;)
Newly weened, they were much to small to put in with the big boys, so we made them a home in Nekoda's stall. (Nekoda did not think much of the idea.)
It didn't take them long to learn to walk on a leash. Mr J would take them to the small pasture surrounding the chicken house every morning.
Once the babies were big enough, we gently introduced them to the herd. It took a little time before we could finally leave them there all day, and then eventually all night. Now they are one big happy family.
Left to right: Nanny, DJ, Brownie, Derby, Elvis
Look for future posts about other changes to our fur family!