So I have been looking for goats. I researched different kinds of goats, what they were good for and what I really had time for. I didn’t want a doe that I would have to milk, I didn’t want a miniature because I would worry about predation. What I really wanted was a Nubian because I had fallen in love with them 2 years ago at the Ventura County Fair.
What I got was 2 Nubian crosses and one LaMacha cross. Nubians are known for their huge floppy adorable ears. Mine have been all crossed with Boer goats which are a bigger meat goat. Charlie – the LaMacha – has the tiniest ears I’ve ever seen. LaMacha typically have no ears and look a little alien. I’m glad that Charlie has ears even if they are a little silly looking.
Being a sheep owner I don’t think I was prepared for these little guys. Sheep – my sheep at least – don’t want my attention. They want food, shelter, water, and to be left the hell alone. They have no interest in people. Maybe it’s because Icelandic sheep are primitives (they don’t even flock!) or maybe because sheep are just a more nervous animal, but my goats LOVE me. They come out to see me when I’m in the yard, they maaaa contentedly as I give them a scratch and actively seek out attention. Even if it’s from Tank!
Having these boys is pretty fun. They are playful and kick up their heels as they chase each other around their small pasture. They are kept in one of the smallest of our pastures and brought into the barn each night. They are obviously too small to be left to their own devices.
They are only about 3 weeks old and still bottle babies so the Mr and I haul ourselves out to the barn at 6am every morning with 3 bottles for 3 eager kids.
Soon these guys will grow into large weed eating machines and will be a flock for a ram lamb if we decide to go that route.
Dude really is beautiful and he knows how to work his ears like a model!