|Me, Millie, (R) and the BP's sister Sandy (L)|
Anyway it was a busy weekend because everyone came in heat including me which as you may know is very taxing and puts a lot of downward pressure on your IQ. You can feel yourself getting dumber and not understanding clever jokes or how to unlock a stall door or why you are supposed to stay out of Wronny's way and so on. For me it is ok because of my extraordinary intelligence. Even with a few points off I can still function like a normal goat.
But Binky for example came into heat and was no longer able to identify the barn and before much longer she was no longer able to identify the grain bucket which is pretty much the point of no return. She just stood in the pasture bawling and looking at Junior and startling herself whenever she would catch sight of her tail if she turned her head. As a test the farmer put a full bucket of grain right next to her and she could not identify it. So very sad.
My daughter Izzy came in heat and was whisked off to the drive-through buck service to meet the Tiny Giant. After she got back she would not talk about anything else, how wonderful the Tiny Giant was and how manly and so on.
"Uh huh," said all the does who weren't in heat.
When you are not in heat you cannot imagine a duller topic than bucks. Really, tell me some more about your smelly little friend.
"He looks like a giant," gushed Izzy, "only much smaller."
"No kidding," said the unheated does, elbowing and mashing their way around the hay feeder.
"He has such a charming blubber, I can't really describe it,"
"Then don't," suggested Lucy, hogging as much alfalfa as she could.