I’m home after a long day at work and covered in goat slobber. I thought I would introduce you to a few of my coworkers.
We call this little Alpine goat Booger. As in, “you little booger, get back here.” Or, you little booger, get out of there.” Or, “you little booger, stop eating my hair, coat, pants, badge, shoe, etc.” He’s three weeks old and the star of the show.
Also three weeks old are these little Horned Dorset lambs. Mom and babies are sweet as can be and rival my Popcorn in friendliness. We’ve had three ewes lamb out of this breed so far.
The world’s sweetest Shorthorn heifer doesn’t even bat an eye when children ask if she’s a cow. I have no idea what else they think she might be?
Miss V, an Alpine doe still has 6 weeks to go in her pregnancy. I’m not sure if she’ll give birth or explode. There has to be at least three babies in there. She is smart as a whip and will wait until none of the human staff are watching and make a run for it out the front of the barn and down the path where all the good weeds are.
And finally, the newest member of the staff, a teeny tiny Tunis two days old.
We have thousands of people through the barn every day and all these guys work amazingly hard to please. I’m not sure which is more precious, the animal babies or the reactions the human babies have to them.