Friday, February 6, 2009

Mobbed By Teensy Goats

We went to a Nigerian Dwarf Goat farm today. It was my first contact with the breed. I found myself in the barn, in a pen full of yearlings, the largest about the size of a Cocker Spaniel. They instantly surrounded and jumped up on me like overly-friendly dogs, and nibbled my coat. They tilted up their little smiling faces with the weird horizontal goat pupils and looked into my eyes, and I predictably melted. I wanted to lie down on the hay and go to sleep in the midst of that affectionate crowd.

We also got a taste of Nigerian goat milk. I thought Nubians gave high-butterfat, sweet and delicious milk, but this was unbelievably rich--like drinking vanilla ice cream.

When we got home the dogs sniffed me all over, and looked wistful.

10 comments :

  1. No patter of tiny hooves around our place yet!

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  2. ah, but soon, i'll bet. nobody can resist such passion, such delicious melted ice cream mik!

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  3. Soon, indeed, I'm sure. You simply must bring a couple home, so that I can live out my goat fantasies vicariously.

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  4. Does this mean we live a stone's throw from a Nigerian Goat Farm?????

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  5. Cheese. It's in my future. (As well as some serious goat cuddling. That never gets old.)

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  6. O.k., all you goat encouragers, but when the goats have their babies--and Nigerians often have triplets or quads--you're each getting one!

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  7. That has to be the most appealing threat I've ever heard. Should I go ahead and reserve my babies now?

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  8. Yes! If I do go ahead with this goat thing, I'll probably have babies by summer. These guys only weigh a couple of pounds at birth, so I can FedEx them to you.

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  9. I like goat milk then any other animal milk.

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