It was Smack-Down time here at Krazo Acres last night.
Pan, our Nigerian Dwarf buck, has started acting bucky the past few weeks. He and Chop Suey (Nigerian Dwarf wether) were sharing the back yard goat pen, but Pan had started getting really obnoxious and taking it out on poor Suey. So about two weeks ago, I saved Chop Suey from any more head-butting or testosterone-induced pissyness and put him back with the girls. I didn't even have to put him on a lead, he just ran from the back yard to the main goat pen as if to say "It's about time you let me out’s there!"
Anyhow, I've been putting Pan on a long lead in order for him to be able to graze some of the greener areas around his pen. And is seems like every day he gets more & more bold; dropping his head as if to head butt me and even doing a little mock charge. I don't take lightly to being challenged, be it from a pecker-headed rooster or a miniature goat buck with an attitude. Those types of roosters end up in the soup pot and Pan almost ended up in the pressure cooker last night.
I went to give him his grain for the evening and put him back in the pen. After he finished eating I bent down to take the lead off him and the SOB butted me and knocked me over. Then he immediately went after me again! The first butting would have warranted a sharp slap in the rear end with the leash, but now I was p.i.s.s.e.d.
Before I could regain my standing (or calm myself down) I leapt on top of him and wrestled him to the ground. It wasn't as easy as I had thought. There was much swearing, tearing up of grass and kicking, but I managed to get on top of him and pinned him down. And I sat there, breathing heavily, and kept him there for a good thirty seconds until he stopped struggling. I gave him a good "talking to" and then let him up. Pushed him into the goat pen and closed it up. I've read somewhere that you're not supposed to challenge a goat by whacking him on the head because that's what they "want" to do, and honestly, you're not going to win a head-butting game with a thick-skulled (or horned!) goat. Knocking the offending goat off his feet was supposedly a more effective show of dominance.
Well, I guess he wasn't quite convinced of my Alpha status because before I could turn around to leave, he dropped his head again and butted the fence next to where I was standing. If it weren't for the fact that I'd have to undo the gate (which is actually a bunch of carabineer clips locking the cattle panels together) I would have gone back in there and given it to him again. I have a very short (and bad) temper. If I had my sidearm on me, we would be eating BBQ goat sandwiches for supper tonight. Well, maybe not. But the idea did come up during that last show of penis-ness.
When I got back in the house, Paul and Rhiannon were fixing supper and Paul immediately commented how badly I smelled. In my hot-headedness to wrestle Pan to the ground, I forgot that he was starting to pee on himself and that I would reek like the dead if I even touched him (I usually "pet" him with a stick when he's in rut). Goat-pee-smelling clothes went directly into the washer and I went for hot shower.
While I was in the shower scrubbing off stinky-buck-smell from my pores, I was thinking about my recent contemplation about getting a Boer buck instead of trying (in vain so far) to find one for stud in order to breed Ishtar. How on earth would I deal with a 250 pound Boer buck in rut if I can't keep a Nigerian in line? Guess I'd better keep trying to find one to "borrow" during breeding season.
What the heak is she thinking?? I'm not going to wrestle a pissy, smelly, cranky goat that weighs more than I do! Because, you know, I would be the one doing all the buck-chores like trimming hooves, giving shots & the like. Remind me to slap her upside the head next time she mentions it.