Granny, did those pictures work OK for you? Not too large?
Our nubian goat was Callie - she was a calico and since it fitted with my first name, the Callie name stuck. She was impossible to keep in. We wound up letting her have her roam of the farm, but a couple of times her eating habits tested our patience. Like the three big Crape Myrtles I bought for my wife on her birthday..... Yep next morning there was nothing but nubs. Then of course you saw the strawberries. She had never even shown them any attention till that day.
Callie was also a watchdog that was better than the dogs. An intruder in the evening wouldn’t even see her coming and she would rare up on her hind legs (which made her over 6’ tall), cock her head to the side and prepare to deliver a hammering blow. Many a time we have had to ‘rescue’ people who were running around their car trying to get away from her. One kid who decided to roam around our yard was screaming for help and his first question was “she won’t bite will she” (danged stupid city kids...)
Callie early on let our three dogs know that SHE was the boss of the yard. My Great Dane, our Australian Sheepdog as well as our mixed Lucky Dog. She would rare up, then bam... roll them over about three times. After a few times of that and they didn’t want to mess with her.
It used to be funny because she used to love to tease Lucky. She particularly liked his house, and she would just go in, turn around and lie in the doorway and dare him to bother her.
Goats is FUN. Really...
I am sitting here laughing about Callie, what a goat.
Yes the pictures were fine, loaded with no problems.
Our Misty, did not like the man we got hay from and I never knew why, unless he smelled from sweating, as he worked hard.
Every time he came to make me a good deal on hay, maybe even free, while he sat in the patio with a glass of tea, Misty would manage to get her backside to him and try to fertilize him.
I liked him, a gentle man, soft spoken and Misty had one thought in mind.
We had a pair of Samoyed dogs, one was a giant, they guarded the place, by sitting in the front seat of the dune buggy, waiting for it to move.
It always amazed me that folks who were not first class were afraid of them.
We had Snowball first, from a month old, she was always in charge....
One of her first tricks was to answer the phone, a real problem that brought the neighbors to call, since we were on a party line and she answered their calls also.
We had my brothers small children and he came to spend a day with them and we took off to town for supplies.
Ray was worried, seems he fed the kids lunch and did not share with Snowball, so she went and found a kids sock to chew on and sat under the table growling.
Ray was afraid that we would be upset that he had locked her out side.... and that something was wrong with her.
Nothing was, except she wanted lunch and she knew socks would get her lots of attention, as Mary would make her toys, by stuffing rags and old socks in an old sock for her to play with.
My goats were loose a lot too, I liked them loose.
Well ok, so I kept buying animals there was not a pen built for and they lived strange till Bill built one.