Posts Tagged ‘bucks’

Well, actually it is a Beau, Sam and Jerry but you will get the idea as this post goes on.

Last post I discussed the pros and cons of having a buck on the farm and that we had “agreed” not to have one and pay for stud service.  Well, my readers that was a big freaking screw up (pun intended).

Beau came (another pun, you may get used to these therefore I won’t point out any more) and serviced the does in November.  But due to circumstances beyond his or our control he missed his mark on two of the does. If you remember he slipped on the ice and damaged crucial parts to make another visit. So we hired Jerry to do the does.

Jerry left Sunday. Tilly seemed to truly enjoy Jerry’s company I believe that even when he was screwing around she took him seriously.  Stella….apparently needed a little more of a  Marvin Gaye style and less of the blubbering drunk  guy at last call style, because this morning,  Stella decided to announce to us, the neighbors and anyone else in a 5 mile radius that she was ready for love.  Who the hell was going to  was the hit a home run was the question…we had no batters, no hitters and unless she was going to immaculately conceive with no buck in sight we were screwed because she wasn’t going to be.

Enter in Salty Sam Elliot.  Sam is the buck of some good people who tried driveway breeding to no avail, (been there didn’t get it done either) and decided (much like us in the past and are going to again) to get their own buck.  Thank the goat breeding gods they did…one text message and Sam was here this afternoon.  Sam is a Nigerian and Stella is a Nubian but here is hoping that even though it is a tall order for him I think Sam may rise to the occasion.  Everyone cross their fingers and toes, because  I am truly so done with goat sex and sexual puns at this point……

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You all must remember James and his Giant Peaches, he was our original herd sire.  A magnificent Nigerian buck. He was white with a beard that hung almost as low as his…peaches.  Last summer we decided to do away with bucks on the farm. So James went.

You are all probably wondering why we would decide to do this.  Well, there are many reasons or there were many reasons that seemed reasonable at the time.  First, monetary: it costs about $150 a year to house a buck and that does not include his friend’s feed.  Goats are herd animals and need companionship.  A buck will need a wingman aka a whether or another buck to spend time with much like a bachelor and his friends.  Someone to drink  with, eat with and talk about does with. Second the keeping of a buck and friend requires another home.  Another path to be shoveled another bucket of water to carried to and another area to be mucked out.  Along with more hooves to be trimmed, more vaccinations to be given and all the other mundane stuff we do that no one but a goat farmer realizes has to be done. And then there is the smell, the amazingly awful stink that comes with the  buck  who is in his full glory during breeding season.  I can’t describe it nor did I find it to be as offensive as the husband did. I will agree it is… well, rank is perhaps a good word or downright freaking nasty might be better. But I could deal with it because, hell, they are my goats.

So James was gone and we had to have the girls bred.  We hired Beau, a handsome, big strapping Boer gigolo. Beau spent 3 weeks here on the farm romancing Olive, Lilly, Tilly and Stella.  It cost us $100, actually it cost a 26 pound turkey and thirty five dollars.

Olive and Lilly took Beau seriously and are due to kid in April.  Tilly and Stella not so much. So here we are in February and there are does to be bred.  Called Beau’s owner and asked if Beau could spend some more quality time here.  Well, it seems Beau, the poor guy, took a spill on the ice and split his testicles which would take some time to heal before he could take on such a task.  But we were offered Jerry.  Ironically, Jerry is the son of James.  So we have come full circle in a strange way.

The decision mostly based on stink ended up being  stinky itself.  The cost effectiveness does not work out.  It cost $100 to breed the first time plus feed and hay for the bucks while they were on the farm so that ate up the $150 savings. They still stunk up the place for a short while.  But ultimately, the hassle of worrying if I am going to get everyone bred before the season ends has made us decide to keep a buck for ourselves again.  So next fall if you stop in, breathe deep and know that you are smelling relief in more ways t

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Holy Jumping Horny Goat

Goats like the cooler nights that this time year brings.  It starts their reproductive system up and revs it right into overdrive.  The girls get all noisy and their tails are flagging.  The bucks, well the bucks get downright HORNY!!!  All they are thinking about is love and to get love one must get to the girls.  A few weeks ago, James with the Giant Peaches figured out how to get to the girls…he just walked right through his fence.  We had taken the electric fencer off of it to use for the pigs.

James had to be contained.  Youngest son and I drove in the new cedar fence posts and hung a double layer of super duty deer fence to it.  FH arrived home in time to attach the last few staples and voila, James was contained.  Ummm, not so much he jumped over it.  This was a 5 foot fence.  He lowered his ass and jumped, no running start, no standing on his house, he just freakin’ jumped.  We put him back in and he jumped again.  We put him back in and ran a strand of barbed wire on the top. He jumped it.  I think he scraped the peaches a bit on the way over.  We added another strand.  James stayed put.  Not sure if it was the extra strand or the scrape that contained him.

He has stayed put for the past weeks.  The girls have been merciless, the sluts.  Rubbing all over the fence between the two pastures.  James has been tormented for days.

Last night around 11 I was awakened by his hollering.  WTH, he is usually very quiet.  I climbed out of bed, grabbed a flashlight and headed out to see what was up.  Well, when I got to his pen, there against a pitch black backdrop is my very white goat, air humping to beat the band and yelling to his girls.  I could do nothing but chuckle , wish him luck and head back to bed.  Horny goats……

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