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Goats in the ’Hood February 16, 2009

Posted by indigobunting in Uncategorized.
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Yesterday morning, after I had gone to the grocery store, after I had made my ninetieth visit to the gym and cleaned myself up, I headed home via Lali and Ed’s place. I could tell you that I was stopping there to catch the tail end of Tim and Lynda’s rehearsal (more on that later), but that wouldn’t be completely true. The tail ends I wanted to see were on the new goats, the Nigerian dwarf darlings who’d recently moved in.

Tim and Lynda are next up on the salon docket. Lali and Dona have been holding monthly salons for the winter, which have thus far featured shepherding, politics, and art. Tim and Lynda will be playing recorder/flute duets next Sunday, barring prohibitive weather or ill health (we are hoping Tim’s very bad cold abates). They were at Lali’s to practice in the actual space.

When I got there, the two were playing, Lali and Ed were listening, and Kristina, Lynda’s daughter, was practically dog whispering with Wolfie, the large German shepherd who significantly outweighs her. Lexi, the older German shepherd, was being her sweet, sweet self (although Lali assures me that Lexi is not sweet, just a dog who knows how to get what she wants). If what she wants is attention from me, it’s working. I’ll give it.

The rehearsal wrapped up, on went the boots, and out we marched to the goat/chicken house. And here are Alsiki (left) and Blossom, as interpreted by Tim’s camera:

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Alsiki is very friendly and curious and will happily touch faces with me. Blossom is a bit more tentative but warmed up to us quite nicely. Their coats are wonderfully soft. These goats could be quite good therapy for an overworked editor who needs to get away from her computer. (Sadly, just because she needs to doesn’t mean she will. Once one is hanging out with goats, it is difficult to disentangle. Just ask Lali.)

By summer, if the goats are now with kid, if we are still in Lali’s good graces: cheese.

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1. Helen - February 16, 2009

Oh, I love goats. If I had lots of money, I would run an animal sanctuary and not limit myself to two of everything…

2. Helen - February 16, 2009

PS I just realized that the comment above makes it sounds like I am limiting myself to two of everything. In actual fact, I am under that limit for goats, armadillos, dogs, possums, badgers, ostriches, giraffes, bonobos, etc. The only species I am exceeding the limit on is cats.

3. bridgett - February 16, 2009

“difficult to disentangle”: my only experiences with goats are at insane petting zoos where the baby goats try to eat your clothing. Disentangling is difficult. Hopefully these are better behaved.

4. Elizabeth Torak - February 16, 2009

Indeed; one more good reason to invoke Lali’s good graces.

To paraphrase His Royal Dryness “Thinking, thinking, thinking of cheese”

5. Eulalia (Lali) Benejam Cobb - February 16, 2009

Goats have gotten the reputation that they’ll eat anything, including tin cans, because they’re extremely curious and, lacking hands, investigate everything with their mouths. When I first met Blossom and Alsiki amidst a flock of yearlings, they all climbed up on me, nibbled me all over, and unzipped my parka. But they didn’t EAT anything. Actually goats are quite picky–won’t touch hay once it’s hit the ground (self-defense against worms), and are very choosy about what shrubs and grasses they’ll eat, and when. Talking about normal goats here, not starving or neurotic ones….
Took Wolfie in to meet the girls today. All went well.

6. Craig (Maito Sewa Yoleme) - February 16, 2009

The “untangling” remark reminds me of my mama goat story.

7. Cedar Waxwing - February 16, 2009

I have little experience with goats except at county fairs, but I do find Alpacas fun.

These goats look wonderful though. Vermont seems like a great place to live.

8. laurie - February 16, 2009

an overworked editor who needs to get away from her computer?
but … our neighborhood isn’t zoned for goats!

9. bettyslocombe - February 17, 2009

It’s like the garden of eden over there: don’t you and tim go eating from the tree of knowledge now…..

10. indigo bunting - February 17, 2009

Enjoying all the comments. Helen, I want to visit your sanctuary. Elizabeth, I am realizing that I haven’t actually read Archy and Mehitabel since I was a child. It’s time. Craig, should I know your mama goat story? I am in fact rather senile. Capriciously senile, if you will. Laurie, that’s why you have your beloved dogs.

Vermont is wonderful. Mrs. S, I don’t know about Garden of Eden. Perhaps Ed and Lali’s place is that, but Tim and I still have to visit. I’ll watch for dubious fruit up there.

Lali: So happy to hear Wolfie/goatie integration going well!

11. Craig (Maito Sewa Yoleme) - February 17, 2009

I told my mama goat story over on Lali’s blog last month, but here it is again:

In the Virgin Islands we lived up a long, long dirt road that passed next to one very smelly herd of goats and through another. Frequently we’d have to stop the car to wait for them to saunter out of the way long enough for us to go through. One afternoon on my motorcycle I found the second herd strangely scattered, but I slowed to a stop anyway. And I heard the most pitiable bleating—almost screaming—coming from the brambles just off the road.

I walked over to investigate and found a nursing mother, her pendulous teats entangled in the scrub acacia. I extricated her, and while she was eager to get away and get back to the herd, she paused for a moment and looked at me, and gave out a small bleat before disappearing. There’s not a doubt in my mind she was saying “Thank you.”

12. indigo bunting - February 17, 2009

Ah, now I remember. But that is without doubt a story worth telling twice (at least)!

13. Joya - February 18, 2009

Oh, the cuteness! I see goats in my future.

14. Craig (Maito Sewa Yoleme) - February 18, 2009

Aren’t there some goat varieties that faint dead away when frightened? It would be worth having a herd just for the constant source of giggles.


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