The reason for the goats is a hobby farm next door to the District Office where I work. A retired couple can be seen tending their livestock, and working in the garden every morning. It's such a peaceful and pastoral scene. (Sigh.)
|Springtime with Maisey on the log|
and Daisy on the ground.
Back to the goats. The goat herd started in February when one of the two resident does had twins. The kids were doelings; one is black-and-white (I've named her Maisey), and the other is brown-and-white (Daisy). The other doe produced another set of twins in early summer. Mysteriously, that doe and one of twins are no longer part of the herd. The remaining kid is a buckling. His button horns appeared recently--he's growing up already. (Let's call him Maurice. It seems to fit for some reason.) He's a handsome boy, brown in color, with an edging of black on his coat.
Maurice has recently warmed up to me and starts crying for attention when I appear for my lunchtime walk. Now I have to pet him before the girls, and he gets the first offering of grass. Boys! He complains rather loudly about the separate pasture he has from the girls from time to time.
My family had a milk goat on our farm long ago. I helped my mother milk the nanny everyday. I never cared for goat milk. A little too strong tasting for me, but my brother liked it. The point of this post? It's kind of nice to have that little piece of my childhood next to my office. And it's a bonus to find joy in the simple things, like feeding a handful of grass to a precocious goat. Who else gets to do that on their lunchtime?
|Maisey and Mama|
|Maurice unhappy about his separate pasture.|
Boer Goat Factoids
- Developed in South Africa in the early 1900s
- Boer means farmer
- Bred for meat rather than milk production
- Mature at five months
- Adapt well to desert conditions
- Has a high fertility rate - lots of twins
- Scads of personality (my observation)
|Daisy with Maurice on the left.|