Gertie-girl took her little trip to Scout's place last night, where she'll stay until Sunday. The whole fam-damnily is going when we pick her up so that we can all meet Gert's fella and check out what a larger-scale, goat-centric family farm looks like.
I hope she's doing ok. Bill said that she mehh'd like crazy when he left her. Poor girl probably thinks she's been re-homed.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, our boys are a mess.
Normally when I go to feed, they see me a mile away and start milling around and jumping up on the fence and meh-ing their fool heads off. Today, nothing. In fact, they didn't even bother to drag their butts out of the goathouse until after I was already in the pen. This is totally unheard of behavior for them. I poured their sweet feed into their dishes, and they lazily ambled over to nibble, not devour as usual. My poor little men are depressed!
I wish I could reassure them that their herd Queen was not gone for good, but just on a little field trip. I think I'm just going to have to go heavy on the sugar cubes and butt scratches until our little lady returns.
Regardless of the species men miss the womenfolk when they're gone! Hope the boys like the extra butt scratches :) Hurry home, impregnated, Gertie!
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