MoJo Found His MOJO!
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MoJo Found His MOJO!


Happily, I can report that our little MoJo has bred with Sissy. Was it successful?....only time will tell. I thought at first that our stealthy little fellow viewed mating as a "covert op", but today he was caught in the act several times. Sissy is "in season" so she is a very willing partner. They spent the better part of the day in courting rituals, chasing each other around....going "steady" as we used to call it.



Oh, how I hate to break it to Sissy, that as soon as O'Malley is "in",
Sissy will be yesterday's news.
For now, I won't burst her bubble!

Do you remember little Kramer from last Spring's kids?
Here is a picture of him then......
and now.....Becky had the opportunity to snap a picture of him this week as she was at his new home doing a veterinary visit. Wow, has he grown up!!




- You Know You're Having A Bad Day When......
.....your best friend poops on you!!! Poor O'Malley was found waddling (yes, she has that pregnant waddle) around the goat yard yesterday with a pile of goat berries on her back.  It's bad enough that Missy and Myrtle butt her with their...

- Jubilation
The waiting is over. We are overjoyed to bring you the news. The rabbit died. I know, that sounds very sad. Fear not, we don't even own a rabbit. Actually, the weather warmed up long enough to comfortably perform pregnancy checks on our dear Sissy...

- Pickles And Ice Cream
Yesterday afternoon while feeding the fainting goats I heard a dainty voice say "Excuse me, do you have any pickles today?" Another sweet voice chimed in, "And ice cream!" Well, you can imagine my surprise when I turned around to see Sissy and O'...

- Mojo Lost His Pizzle
Poor Mojo. He had quite a tough weekend. Saturday morning at morning feed time, Becky and I noticed that Mojo did not come out of his house for breakfast. This is quite unusual, but he has been out of sorts for the past week, ever since he was moved away...

- Goat Herding
This weekend we moved our bucks into one of the big pastures...to serve as their winter home. Imagine this scene: It is 24 degrees out, 7 AM. Becky, Jack and I meet at the goat pens that are situated between our two properties. The smell of stinky bucks...



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