Lamb Chop's date with the butcher was supposed to be coming up next week. But, soon after Artemesia's heat subsided... (R-rated information after the next photo)
...our buckling finally matured enough to do the deed.
Lamb Chop currently runs back and forth between our two does all day
long. "Can I nurse?" he asks mama goat, who is trying to wean him (with
little success). Next, he moves on to Artemesia and asks "Can we have
sex now?"
It used to be that
Artemesia would always reply: "Yeah, whatever," for which the internet
supplied an explanation. Apparently, a buckling can't actually poke his
penis out of its sheath until he hits a certain age. So our buckling was
merely climbing up on Artemesia's back, and our doeling is a gentle
enough goat not to mind being mauled.
However, this past week, I
finally saw penis extrusion, and Artemesia started saying "No!" every
time Lamb Chop asked for sex. Which means that, hopefully, waiting for
Artemesia's next heat cycle will result in baby goats in the middle of
November.
I hate to say it, but I
can hardly wait to see the back of our little buckling. He's actually
still quite sweet, but I've had to give up on tethering since he's
impossible to walk through the garden with two other goats in my hand.
Instead, our herd is subsisting on pasture goodies (less than a third of
their food at the moment), tree leaves from cut saplings,
and a daily guided walk into the floodplain. I dream of the time when I
only have two manageable goats and can fold our caprine herd deeper
into our homestead once again.
(Yes, literally, this is
what I dream about. Most recently, Artemesia and her hypothetical
daughter, who apparently is called Estella, went along with me to my
15-year college reunion. It was quite a dream. And, as I type this, I
realize that Artemesia's daughter looks just like and has a name similar
to one of my e-buddy's goats. Hmmm....)