Visitor...

There was a knock on the door around 1 PM today.  My daughter opened it and said to me, "You have a buck!"

The man at the door was familiar. We have "rented" bucks from him before. Today he brought me Bon Homme, a buck born last spring. He was in the back of a pick up truck, with a cap on it. The bed was full of hay, and there was bucket of grain to keep the goat entertained. He looked a little worried.

Charles said, "He is not used to being led." I asked, "So, how are you planning to do this?" He said, I'm going to grab him and start walking. I went ahead, opening gates. 

My goats were in the far pasture. They must have smelled the new guy, because their heads snapped up, and they began to call, "Baaa?"

Running, they headed in our direction.  We brought the buck into the pasture. The donkeys saw us coming and began to bray.

The buck is terribly handsome. The dirty looking parts?  Male bucks in "rut," (ready to breed) urinate on their faces and legs to make themselves more desirable to the does. To humans, the scent is unpleasant. To does, it is irresistible.

My girls think he is the best thing since sliced bread.

Tonight they are all tucked up into the goat cozy with piles of hay. A big rain storm is headed this way, but the goats are snug and plotting kids for spring.

Bon Homme is a welcome visitor.