Queen Mum
N.E.R.D.
Officially, I tell people I raise the does as mothers to pack goat babies and for milk to make cheese. And that the bucks are for breeding to the does so I can have potential wethers for sale as pack goats, but unofficially, the facts are as follows:
Mine are part of an intense income reduction program. They eat up my income as fast as it comes in. ]
Secondary to that, they keep me company and entertain me endelessly with many antics and amusements.
Third, they are quite educational. I have learned to make cheese because if I didn't I would find no justification for their primary and secondary purpose.
Fourth, they are very friendly and keep me happy with their companionship.
Fifth, one of them keeps me quite fit, by causing me to chase him whenever he escapes his enclosure. Alas, he seems to be somewhat lax in his responsibilities of late. He's been laying around alot and complaining that I'm not feeding him enough to give him the energy to bulldoze down the side of his pen. (That would be Houdini.) And since rutting season is officially coming to an end, he is complaining that there are not girls to chase.
Sixth, the girls, keep me on my toes during kidding season by giving me grandchildren to care for and babysit.
Seventh, they are quite addicting so they feed an addiction.
I could go on and on, but I think you get the idea.
They are far from useless, I think... But they find me rather vexatious as I have been repeatedly told that I should feed them more dried banana peels and that I am not making goat cookies fast enough to satisfy them.
Mine are part of an intense income reduction program. They eat up my income as fast as it comes in. ]
Secondary to that, they keep me company and entertain me endelessly with many antics and amusements.
Third, they are quite educational. I have learned to make cheese because if I didn't I would find no justification for their primary and secondary purpose.
Fourth, they are very friendly and keep me happy with their companionship.
Fifth, one of them keeps me quite fit, by causing me to chase him whenever he escapes his enclosure. Alas, he seems to be somewhat lax in his responsibilities of late. He's been laying around alot and complaining that I'm not feeding him enough to give him the energy to bulldoze down the side of his pen. (That would be Houdini.) And since rutting season is officially coming to an end, he is complaining that there are not girls to chase.
Sixth, the girls, keep me on my toes during kidding season by giving me grandchildren to care for and babysit.
Seventh, they are quite addicting so they feed an addiction.
I could go on and on, but I think you get the idea.
They are far from useless, I think... But they find me rather vexatious as I have been repeatedly told that I should feed them more dried banana peels and that I am not making goat cookies fast enough to satisfy them.