Meet Abigail and Bathsheba, a Boer cross doe and her doe kid; mostly Boer with a touch of Nubian somewhere along the line. Mama Abigail is about 17 months old, and Bathsheba about 5 months.
I brought them home late Monday afternoon, in a dog carrier in the back of my Jeep Cherokee. They spent the rest of the day and night in their new home in the right half of the chicken shed. I would like to say it was without mishap, but in the morning I found Abigail with her head stuck in the nifty hay feeder we'd made from a cattle panel.
Thank you, Raising Goats For Dummies. Minor panic on my part, but she was freed without injury or protest. Which is pretty good since neither is particularly tame. On the other hand they are not particularly wild, so perhaps I got to play the role of heroine(???) Or maybe I'm just the food lady.
The next morning (yesterday), they were allowed out for the first time. It rained some the night before, with rain threatening for the rest of the day. Goats don't really care to get wet, but they were curious enough to wander outside for a bit to explore their new surroundings.
Being a meat breed, these will be our breeding stock. DH is happy about that as he is the primary meat eater in the family. I can pretty much take it or leave it, but would much rather raise our own meat if we're going to eat it.
It was a gloomy enough day so as to set off my camera's flash, as you can see from the reflection in their eyes. Hurray for GIMP, so that I could lighten the photos up enough to see what's going on!
I'm not interested in making pets of them, but I do need them tame enough to handle as needed. I worked on that by talking to them all the way home, so they can get used to the sound of my voice. Then they got a ration of goat feed once they were installed in their half of the shed. I check on them frequently and spend a bit of time talking, but keeping a respectful distance.
At this point Abigail will come when she sees me, but backs away if I put out my hand. Bathsheba just follows her mother and has no particular interest in me whatsoever. The chickens have never seen goats before and have been super curious. Rascal has never seen them either and is super worried. The goats just take it all in stride.
Two probably won't make a terribly huge dent in the one plus acre of brush, weeds, and vines we have fenced in for them. I'll be keeping my eyes open for a few more, at least one dairy and maybe some dwarf types? Stay tuned for more on that.
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