Sometimes, I see a goat or llama and panic because I think they are dead or stuck. One example of that happened when I was going through the barn the other day. See Flower.
Tansy in the doorway; arrow pointing to Flower
Well, she looked horrible. But, she was actually just hanging out back there.
I don’t know why they like to stand behind that door, but there’s several of the goats who hang out there.
I’m not sure he’s looking good, but Mr. Peacock is looking naked.
one long feather is still attached; the rest are just lying there.
It only took about a week for the majority of his feathers to fall out.
He’s still handsome.
In good news, the stinking chamomile that I’m so allergic to is dying down. I’m hoping the birds will keep it eaten down next summer.
brown leghorn
Sometimes I wonder why goats don’t like me. I worked so hard to tame down Ostara. She does like being petted and butt scrubbies, but most of the time she prefers not to be touched. She’s a gingerbread goat (run, run, as fast as you can; you can’t catch me; I’m the gingerbread goat).
Ostara enjoying betting petted and looking annoyed at the same time.
Then, there’s Brigit. I would pet her sometimes when I was trying to tame Ostara, and she’s actually nicer than Ostara.
Brigit
And Zora is still as wild as can be.
Zora is even beyond a gingerbread goat; she just wild.
Goofy goats. Whatever. I need more wild goats, don’t I? No. I don’t. I want nice goats. In fact, if Trace doesn’t get bred this year I’ll think about selling her.
Trace
I really am tired of wild goats. And she used to take a bottle from me! Seriously.
Teresa
Eden Hills 