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Nutmeg won’t cooperate.

While Clover has had a couple of hot dates with Eclipse, Nutmeg has shown no interest in Rhett. Maybe she’s not in heat. Maybe she’s not ready. Maybe she doesn’t know what to do.
Nutmeg: “Maybe I don’t like him.”

Rhett, on the other hand, adores Nutmeg. Or anyone, for that matter. To provide trysting opportunities, I confine the happy couple in either the goat pen or the goat house. Since Rhett is easier to move around, and since the goat pen is the bucks’ temporary headquarters, when it’s time to put Clover and Eclipse together, I take out Rhett and put him in the goat house. Of course, the idea is to put him in the goat house with Nutmeg.
Where he can lick her.
Cuz he can hardly wait to lick her.

Nutmeg: “I don’t like him.”

Sprite: “I like him.”

STOP THAT. You’re too young, Sprite. AND YOU’RE NOT A NIGERIAN DWARF GOAT.
When it’s time to put the bucks back together, Rhett is the lighter load to pick up and tuck back away with his goat pen buddy. Unfortunately, this doesn’t always work quite right, such as when I got Clover in the goat pen with Eclipse and had Rhett in my arms, on the way to the goat house. I didn’t latch the goat pen gate quick enough and out came Clover with Eclipse hot on her tail. Rhett went nuts and next thing you know I’ve got two bucks running around the goat yard. Getting hold of Eclipse isn’t so difficult–he’s wherever Clover is, and Clover likes to be wherever I am.

Rhett, to the contrary, isn’t all that particular. Catching Rhett is like running after a Mexican jumping bean. He’s chasing anyone. AND EVERYONE.

Maybe even Dookie.

Only Dookie would probably bite Rhett if he started up with that tongue action.
Eventually, I got everyone back where they belonged, sort of. I ended up with Eclipse and Clover in the goat house because that’s where Clover wanted to go and Eclipse would follow her to the moon and beyond. I dunked Rhett back in the goat pen and went after Nutmeg.
Nutmeg: “I don’t like him.”

She wouldn’t even come for a cookie. Ten cookies. Not for all the cookies in the world. Nutmeg loves cookies, but she knew good and well why I was trying to get her to follow that cookie to Rhett and she was having nothing to do with it.
I’d pick up Nutmeg, but I’d need a forklift for that. We don’t call her Rotunda for nothin’. I finally managed to push, pull, and drag her into the goat pen. Rhett went nuts, chased her in circles and on top of the dog house. I was afraid she was going to break a leg trying to get away from him so I let her back out.

Clover: “It’s not that bad, my child. Just close your eyes and think of England.”

YOU’RE NOT HELPING, CLOVER!
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Why blame us??????????
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Although I am feeling quite sympathetic towards Nutmeg…
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Hugs Grany Trace
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I know Dookie is a little farm dog. But the poor little guy needs a little bath I think. Sorry I do not usally pick but he looks kind of sad and ragged in that picture. He looks like he just walked in from the mud fields from a hard day of work looking for his dinner. lol.
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And here I thought Clover would be the one to consider the advances of a buck as beneath her dignity. Nutmeg! Get with the program! You gotta get busy with Rhett so that you can be “birthin’ them babies” in the spring… Maybe she needs a new dress Suzanne, don’t you have some green velvet curtains someplace around the farm?
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Poor Nutmeg
Lucy
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What a great way to start the day!!
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Susan
PS. Love the comments from other as much as the goat love story. *smile*
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Maybe the little chicken on the porch is a reporter snooping around on the porch (and everywhere) trying to get a scoop on all the “naughty things” going on at Stringtown Rising. Maybe she’s going to pump Dookie for information (and we know that Dookie knows things, don’t we? Underneath that mop of hair, things are happening).
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So Suzannae, what are you going to do with all these goats?
Id love to have Miss Tilly a suitor…..but, Im very nervous about the birthing! You on the other hand are fearless! My hero!
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That happened here a few years ago….I about went nuts that morning…..instant goat farm….so cute…and it was so cold outside in the shed..we were having a freezing spring…yes, I brought them in the house, until they were good and towel dried and warm and standing and frolicking and..and….then my dh said, “Take those kiddies back to the shed, they have a momma!
Darn….I wanted to keep them there forever but you risk the momma rejecting them if you keep them long!
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Why had no one mentioned the head-peeing thing about goats?…….My “billy” thought he smelled delicious to the ladies if he peed on the top of his head and marked himself as the “KING of Goatdom”…It was almost as though he was sprucing himself up with some sort of hair treatment minus the comb and mirrow…LOL
There were the certain times of the year he was rank! Guess the ladies liked it though as they were soon in season!
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Folks who think Dookie needs a bath — it is too cold right now, especially in a house heated with wood. Suzanne will take care of him when it is warm enough. A home hair cut will be fine, too, no need for the expensive groomer. If S can milk Clover, she can groom a dog!! I would really like to see that one of these days. (Spoken as one who learned to groom after one $50 visit to the groomer!)
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Just a thought.
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“Let’s get it on” hahahahahaha!
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Happy farming!
Kelly
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XOXO
Joni
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LOL! One of my most favorite quotes! It doesn’t get used enough any more.
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Perhaps if you changed her name to Scarlett she might find Rhett more attractive
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I’ve never had a fat nanny, but I had a 185 pound wether that was my goat tying practice goat. He got too big for me to throw him.
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Goat porn…love it!!
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I don’t blame Nutmeg. She obviously is holding out for the bigger, hunkier Eclipse. Hubba, hubba.
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Good luck getting babies!
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Thanks
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