Your head spinning? Mine still is.
The New, New Goat (as opposed to our not-so-new goat named, unoriginally, New Goat) had been with her doeling up until the day I traded her. In anticipation of trading the doeling, I locked the kid up in the barn pen until the family who was taking her (and dropping off the rental stud) got to the house. There was a lot of goat yelling. And after the goat swapping had occurred and the family made their way home, you could hear the bleating of the little doeling all the way up to the highway.
I also trimmed the hooves of the new new goat, administered meds to both her and Pickles (more on that later) and started training the new new goat to the milk stand. She's a little bit kicky, but seeing as I don't think she's ever been milked, she did pretty well.
|Merv the Perv (yes, that's his name), our Rent-a-Buck.|
Anyhow, we're still going to keep Merv around for another two weeks to make sure the breeding took. He's a pretty nice guy, but I'm still going to use a long stick to scratch him. I forgot how much Nigerians stink.