We have two more goats--a total of five now: Arugula, Basil, Clover, Dill, and Donahue. I know what you're thinking: Donahue isn't a vegetable or an herb and it doesn't start with the letter E.
Well, that's true, but apparently Donahue already knew his name. He's over two years old and is a very regal looking myotonic (fainting) goat with some pretty massive horns.
We thought about naming him Endive (get it? EnDIVE??) but for now, we're still calling him Donahue. Though, by all rights, it should be DonaPU! He smells really bad. Did you know that bucks have scent glads that excrete a horrible stench that female goats apparently find irresistable? Yeah...me either. I know now, though.
Anyway, Donahue joined the herd, along with an adorable little three month old fainter/pygmy cross. He's an adorable little buckling. He doesn't stink. Yet. He follows Donahue around, running underneath his legs whenever Bailey gets too close. Donahue seems to like little Dill. I've started thinking of them as "the double Ds."
We also added an adorable little potbellied pig named Hamlet that we got from the Humane Society. He's a sweet little guy who is 8 months old and weighs around 18 pounds right now. He does seem a little confused, however. He apparently thinks he's a dog....which balances out Bailey well because she has apparently decided that she is a pig.
We go outside every morning to let the goats browse, and Bailey makes a beeline straight to the recently cleared cornfield. After the recent rains, they are mudfields. She wallows. Seriously. Face first.
Hamlet runs after her squealing and grunting to show his displeasure that his girlfriend has run off without him. Bailey pretty much ignores him while she digs a hole big enough to insert her head.
She convinced him to dig with her one day. He rooted around in the mud and ended up with a bad case of the sniffles. I don't think he liked it very much. He's back to rooting around in the grass.
Hamlet doesn't like his pig chow. He wants dog food. Bailey, on the other hand, wants dog food, cat food, goat food, and bird food. She does NOT like the pig chow either. I'm thinking it must taste pretty nasty if Bailey won't eat it!
Other than these new additions, we also seem to have a limitless supply of mice. Baxter is having a fine time being a hunter on the prowl again. It's made him young again.
However, it's making me feel old. For example, I decided to take a nap the other day. Baxter apparently thought I was under the weather, so he decided to bring me a gift. Yep. A mouse.
But apparently, freshness counts. He brought to me alive and squirming. Then dropped it. On the bed. Where I was trying to sleep.
Needless to say, I wasn't very sleepy after that.
I appreciated the gesture and all, but really....couldn't he have killed it first? Or at least dropped it on the floor?
Ah....life in the country. The adventure continues.
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