for people who love the littlest dairy goats
Its the first day of spring and I have finished the milking. Misty has been blatting since I went into the goat area. When she jumps off the milk stand and I put her in her pen she rushes outside and wades through belly deep snow towards the buck's winter pen. The bucks begin their vocalizing and I realize...no, I don't want a "through the fence" breeding. I catch her and lock the doors so she cannot get out. Poor girl she was really wanting a conjugal visit.