All the goat advice is to ensure that your animals have access to fresh, clean water at all times. Otherwise they will refuse it. My own experience of goats back this advice up.
So why then, when I give our goats a bucket of fresh, clean water, do they conspire to crap in it within minutes?
Yesterday we borrowed a Billy goat from a neighbour, so the two younger females are now incarcerated with their new beau in a shed down the road a bit. If they fall pregnant now we can hope for some Christmas sales, kid goat being a popular Christmas dish here. Handsome chap, isn’t he?
We’re very thankful to have been able to borrow this Billy, as the one we used last time is sick at the moment. Apparently he poisoned himself eating grass sprayed with chemicals. For a brief moment I considered keeping Assado, our young male, but it was only a very fleeting thought. He’s destined to join us as the star guest at a special meal in a week or two, and as far as I’m concerned it won’t be a moment to soon. It’s amazing how different personality wise he is to our previous kids who have all been girls. The little sod spends all his time playing domination games with me, leaving my lower legs covered with little Assado sized bruises. Couple that with the fact that I don’t dare bend down in there for fear of what he might try next and you can probably imagine how he’s trying my patience.
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