Last January for my birthday he got me a billy goat to romance my female goat, Flower. I loved my sweet big boy and couldn't have asked for a nicer goat. Now, after complaining and gagging and all around being miserable with my male goat's cologne, which, by the way, I couldn't seem to smell, my hubby took him on a road trip to a nice goat dairy where 200 females awaited. I have to admit the old billy goat was pretty happy. His eyes glazed over and he curled his lip as if to smile.
Flower was a little sad to see him go for he had romanced well while he was here and she has 2 kidds to show for it and some more on the way, and he was also the perfect kiddsitter. The old goat liked to lay around in the barn and nap while the kidds scampered around . My birthday present served his purpose well, but he will be missed a little...by some.
Bye, Bye Goat! Called Pollen, Frank and Little Man. May you always have a head wind.