It’s become very apparent of late that, down in the goat paddock, our young ladies thoughts are (without getting all Alfred, Lord Tennyson on you) lightly turning to thoughts of love. Obvious signs aside, the whole mood of the paddock has shifted as the girls surrender to good, old fashioned bouts of of The Juliets. Geraldine, in particular, has it bad, spending a couple of days last week staring soulfully down the garden path periodically emanating plaintive whickers.
In short, there was no hiding from it: in the interests of next year’s milk supply we needed to find a goatie beau and, after last years disastrous attempt at initiating proceedings, it had been decided to offer the suitable suitor board and lodgings in return for their *ahem* undivided attention. Young Bob fitted the bill perfectly.
As a resident of The Farmer’s place of paid employment, Arion Farm Education Park, his vitality is well proven to the point of verging on legendary, yet he is a sweet natured, biddable gent. Like both Geraldine and Ruby, he is a purebred Saanen which should in theory make selling the off-spring easier and comes with the wonderful Dr Steve Lucas of Belfast Veterinary Clinic’s (who we called in to check out our ladies health and get an experts opinion on Ruby’s readiness for motherhood and also counts Arion among his clients) stamp of approval. So, after a quick word with all the paddock neighbours…
Today’s weather could only be described as wild, wet and windy, yet Bob’s welcome to the paddock was relatively warm
As we crept back down the path, leaving them alone to sort out the accommodation arrangements, we allowed ourselves to bask in a moment of quiet pride.
Fingers crossed, next years milk supply is sorted.