This morning when I went out to milk, I found Nettie all dreamy-eyed and leaning up against the fence line where Herman is kept. And normally they don't even bother wandering over to that side of the goat pen.
She's back in heat so obviously I didn't get her over to her chosen stud quick enough. And I'm pretty sure that Herman has found his mojo as not only has he started peeing on his front legs and face, he's making those funky bucky noises. Apparently his newfound bucky moves are turning Nettie on. And assaulting my olfactory senses as well.
Anyhow, I ignored Nettie for the moment and got New Goat up in the stanchion to milk. When I called to Annette for her turn she didn't come running as normal. When one of my goats don't come crashing across the goat pen at hearing their name during feeding time, I know that something is up. She was up against the fence, oogling over Herman as well. Both does were tail-flagging a plenty and Annette was making funny half-grunting noises.
I called Paul at work, he set up another goat date night, and when he got home we went to putting two goats in the back of the truck instead of just one.
|Hey, you think they'll have an in-flight movie this time?|
Once again, we pulled in the driveway and were greeted by Pilgrim who was chained to the telephone pole:
|Hey good look'n! Couldn't get enough of me the first time, hugh?|
|Smell ya later! Don't call us, we'll call you.|
But it seems that this caprine menage a trois was just too much for Pilgrim. Because after we left this time, the owner said that they had to ask a neighbor for help getting him in his pen. She said they had to basically hog tie him and drag him back to the barn.
I'm half expecting Pilgrim to walk up our driveway, pulling the chain and telephone pole behind him. Just what I need......a goat stalker.