Eyebrows. This little goat was a sweetheart. Each time I would pick him up he would lay his head on my shoulder, and snuggle in as close as he could get. We had a few close calls with Eyebrows when we first got him and his brothers back in March, but each time we thought we would be saying goodbye the little fellow pulled through. This time however, was different.
Last night was comical to say the least. Shannon noticed that Lola, one of the donkeys had gotten out and shortly after than Cocoa and Jellybean where also hanging out in the backyard.
After everyone was finished eating dinner, I went outside to corral the donkeys. Just as I walked outside I heard a loud bang and noticed that Buddy had his head stuck in the gate that leads into the fenced area. I watched as he pushed the gate off the hinges and proceeded to plow his way into the backyard with Buster close behind.
At first I just stood there, but I finally managed to get Lola and Cocoa back into their area, and then tried to get Jellybean. Jellybean was confused and could not figure out where he needed to go, so I cornered him and used all this girlie strength to pick him up. I carried him into the fenced area and set him down with Cocoa and Lola.
While I was relocating a baby donkey, Shannon managed to put the gate back where it belonged and coax Buster back, but Buddy had already made his way through the broken part of the fence into the neighbor's field.
I grabbed a bucket and filled it with some food hoping that the noise it made when I shook it would tempt Buddy to come back, but no, he stayed where he was.
The hay in the field was being "fluffed" (as I like to call it) or raked (the proper term) and the farmer stopped to talk to me when he noticed that I and the dumb ass goat were in the field. He kind of chuckled and said something about how fresh hay is too good to pass up. "Funny Randy, funny, you are up on a tractor, not chasing a damn goat," I thought to myself.
I ran along the fence line with Buddy hoping that he would give up and run back in through the hole, but he kept turning back to the field for more hay. Finally, I forced Buddy into an area where there was brush and some small trees. I grabbed for his collar, but was too far away and could not reach it so I knelt on the ground, (immediately thinking that I would end up with more poison ivy) when I saw an opportunity to grab Buddy's "unihorn" I went for it and dove. At first I did not think that I was going to be able to hold on (Buddy is s strong fellow), but I hung on and managed to pull him out from the shrubs and then grab his collar. I drug that pain in the ass back to the fence where Shannon was waiting and gladly handed him over.
The entire time I was chasing Buddy, Gabby, followed right at my heels, but did nothing to herd the goat. Ellie also was along for the excitement, casually watching the entire process from a safe distance. I think that they were both silently laughing inside their heads at me, "Why is she wasting her time on that dumb goat?!"
Steve the Goat (& Jimmy) - Steve originally came with Jimmy. Unfortunately Jimmy jumped into the swimming pool and well, goats do not swim.
The story must be told as to how the Clem Family acquired and then named Steve. Shannon is always looking on the Craigslist farm postings for random animals, hay, straw, and whatever else he may think is interesting. Anyway, he found two pygmy goats on Craigslist and we became the proud owners of the little guys.
Once the goats were home the naming process began and for some reason I thought it would be funny to name them after my dad and uncle. I called my dad (Steve) and he did not seem to mind and when I called to ask my uncle if it was ok my Aunt Karena answered the phone. I explained what was going on and Aunt Karena laughed a little bit then handed the phone over to Uncle Jimmy.
After Uncle Jimmy heard the story about the pygmy goat brothers he was on board with the name choices. He handed the phone back to Aunt Karena and in between laughs she said to me, "I thought you said you were naming goats, not jackasses!" Maybe I found that so funny since it was my dad and uncle we were naming the goats after, but to this day I still laugh when I think about what Aunt Karena said.