Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Raising a Ruckus
His name is Ruckus and apparently he has been raising one while I'm at work. I hear this from a friend of a neighbor. She says he cries all day. I just don't know where to put him where he is safe from the seemingly fatal head butts. He wants to be with the big goats so bad. So today I just put him in with Moly. A few head butts later Ruckus was following Moly around the pasture. Sort of like "Everywhere that Mary went"......kind of stuff. Moly tried to talk him out of following him by turning sharply around and rearing in the air and pretending to butt. But little Ruck stood his ground and Moly gave up. I want them to bond so Moly can keep Ruckus company and it looks like it is going to work. It has gotten cold here in Washington the last few nights and I have been going out about 10 pm to make sure the little guy is warm. The kitties think this is great fun and run around wild like we are having a party. Ruckus is always warm. A friend once told me that goats want a sleeping buddy to sleep with at night. Poor Ruckus doesn't have one and I feel bad for him. I am very sentimental. I had also heard that Christmas Eve is the night the animals talk so ever since I was a kid everyone has a clean stall and plenty of hay that night. Just in case.