Canadiannee
Chillin' with the herd
So many pictures of gorgeous new wee ones and their Mommies... oooer... us goat people, we just love 'em to pieces don't we?!?!
Today I feel like paying homage to THE bucks! I mean without these incredible boys, we wouldn't be sitting here with mouths agape, salvating and wiping drool off our chins at the sight of many of our treasured BYH mates and their newborn treasures, would we?
So I thought it might be fun to have a "Buck Parade"... you know, show off that incredible "man" in your life, your "go-to" boy that you're most proud of, and tell us about him!
I have three bucks... but my favourite of the three is Angus my pygmy sire.
Angus is a Grey Agouti... he's really timid and shy but very inquisitive. I also think he's part mountain goat, part deer, because this boy can clear a 4 ft wall as good as any equine jumper I know...
Might not be as graceful perhaps, but the sheer height of what this little guy can jump for his height and how quickly and unexpectantly he does it is "impressive", albeit rather annoying as we've had to to bring his pen walls up to 6ft... Angus hasn't cleared 6ft yet, but I see him eyeing his pen walls, and I give him that 2-finger gesture (two fingers pointing towards my eyes and then pointing them at him) "I got my eye on you buddy!" and then he gives me that "look"... all goat people know that look... it's the "whatchatalkin'about?" look, or the "who me?" wide eyed innocent look.... Yeah you! (as if they don't know who we're talking to huh?!?!) 
I purchased Angus as a two year old and he already had a very intimating set of horns on his head then... I remember thinking, if you step one foot out of line, you're dog food, but he's never so much as grazed me with his horns... He did one day, get very upset with me for taking his favourite lady friend away from him, and I heard the thunderous crash of wood splintering before his solid pen door (on heavy steel guage hinges) flew across the aisle way. I'm pretty sure he knew he was in BIG do-do for that because he stood in his pen with just his head sticking out the open doorway, looking down the aisle at me with a stunned expression... or maybe the impact of ramming the door did indeed stun him... lol, whatever the case, he's never tried that again!
He's shaggy, hates to be caught, hates to be touched, hates to be brushed and hates having his feet trimmed... but gosh I love him so... his antics make me laugh, and I always walk away from his pen humming... I'm almost sure he's a descendant of "The Three Billy Goats Gruff", but I'm proud of him... not for all the things he's not, but for all the things he is!
And that's my boy Angus!
Today I feel like paying homage to THE bucks! I mean without these incredible boys, we wouldn't be sitting here with mouths agape, salvating and wiping drool off our chins at the sight of many of our treasured BYH mates and their newborn treasures, would we?
So I thought it might be fun to have a "Buck Parade"... you know, show off that incredible "man" in your life, your "go-to" boy that you're most proud of, and tell us about him!
I have three bucks... but my favourite of the three is Angus my pygmy sire.
Angus is a Grey Agouti... he's really timid and shy but very inquisitive. I also think he's part mountain goat, part deer, because this boy can clear a 4 ft wall as good as any equine jumper I know...
Might not be as graceful perhaps, but the sheer height of what this little guy can jump for his height and how quickly and unexpectantly he does it is "impressive", albeit rather annoying as we've had to to bring his pen walls up to 6ft... Angus hasn't cleared 6ft yet, but I see him eyeing his pen walls, and I give him that 2-finger gesture (two fingers pointing towards my eyes and then pointing them at him) "I got my eye on you buddy!" and then he gives me that "look"... all goat people know that look... it's the "whatchatalkin'about?" look, or the "who me?" wide eyed innocent look.... Yeah you! (as if they don't know who we're talking to huh?!?!) I purchased Angus as a two year old and he already had a very intimating set of horns on his head then... I remember thinking, if you step one foot out of line, you're dog food, but he's never so much as grazed me with his horns... He did one day, get very upset with me for taking his favourite lady friend away from him, and I heard the thunderous crash of wood splintering before his solid pen door (on heavy steel guage hinges) flew across the aisle way. I'm pretty sure he knew he was in BIG do-do for that because he stood in his pen with just his head sticking out the open doorway, looking down the aisle at me with a stunned expression... or maybe the impact of ramming the door did indeed stun him... lol, whatever the case, he's never tried that again!
He's shaggy, hates to be caught, hates to be touched, hates to be brushed and hates having his feet trimmed... but gosh I love him so... his antics make me laugh, and I always walk away from his pen humming... I'm almost sure he's a descendant of "The Three Billy Goats Gruff", but I'm proud of him... not for all the things he's not, but for all the things he is!
And that's my boy Angus!
