Camouflage.
Posted on | May 22, 2013 | 3 Comments
Well, the first of the spring babies have been sold and are gone.
Someone paid a deposit on Abby and will be picking her up after the holiday weekend.
Which means Andy is the only remaining kid that is old enough to be weaned and sold.
Andy has been living the good life. His mother has a bad case of first freshener udder. Meaning it is so tight that it’s like trying to milk a stress ball. So I have given up on her for this season. As a result, while all the other kids get locked away from their mommas for the night so that I can milk the does out in the morning, Andy settles in with his momma for a long night of nursing and nuzzling.
And he has no plans for changing his situation. He knows baby goats tend to leave and never come back after the farm has visitors. So whenever there are strangers in the barnyard, he goes into hiding. With his special brand of goat camouflage.
If he tucks himself up against his identical mother just right, he almost becomes invisible.
I still see you, punk.
You’re not staying here, buddy. We already have enough freeballers loaders around here.
So don’t get too comfortable, Andy. Andy? Andy??
Huh. Where’d that little guy go?
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May 23rd, 2013 @ 6:12 am
Awww. How cute…
May 23rd, 2013 @ 12:43 pm
Andy? ANDY? You named one of your kids after ME?
Well, at least it was a smart one.
May 25th, 2013 @ 7:54 am
very cute!