And three very love struck does.
So, last Tuesday I get a message from Katie that the girls are in heat. All of them (except Muffin, fingers crossed she knocked up). Katie starts giving me a list of numbers to call to get Babs a man. I’m calling all over South Carolina and North Carolina to get this hussy a date. Do you know how awkward it is to call and ask, “Do you have a stud for my doe, she’s in heat”. I’m sure some of you do. I felt kinda dirty.
By Wednesday we had a buck lined up, but it wasn’t the one we really wanted. Katie headed my way with the three girls in the love van. Thirty minutes till she is suppose to get me, I get a call from the guy with the buck I wanted. Thank you God. Babs’ buck was named Chaos Caprines Romulus. How perfect is that. By going to this guy we shaved two hours off the round trip. Yay. So away go.
First I have to tell you what I was met with when I opened the door to the van. A stench that can not be explained. I just now am able to smell properly. O. M. G. the mess those girls made. Katie’s van will never be the same….EVER. (I’m really sorry). So away we go. First we stop to get money and food. Needed food. Babs glared at me. I did not get fries and she loves them.
First stop was Babs’ date. The man let us look at the bucks to pick which one we wanted. I was approached by many bucks showing me how awesome they were. They all wanted some lovin. But by the looks of their beards I was trying to stay clear, so I did a lot of head scratching to keep them at bay. The man told us all the good and the bads of each boy, but Chaos won out, as he should. To say he was pleased to meet Babs is not accurate. He loooovvvveeddd her and so do all the other boys. There was a crowd gathered at the fence. Not the romantic first date a lady would want, but this is life of a goat. We were there from meeting to saying bye for total of 20 minutes and we were on our way again.
Back on the road, next stop was to breed Pom and Ali. By this point Katie and I have become immune to the stench these girls are making or all our smelling senses have been destroyed. After almost two hours we get to the next breeder. She lives on the side of the mountain, very close to Caesar Head. We have to walk Pom and Ali down the hill to meet their date. Neither really like the leash, but we manage to get there. Both girls are mini Oberhaslis and they were breeding with a Nigerian. Tiny babies in our future. Their buck is a tad shorter than them, but he’s ready for the date. Well, sorta.
This guy took two hours to get four tries. I pray it takes, because I don’t think I could go through that again. At one point we had him on a bucket to see if that would help. NOPE. We circled. NOPE. We moved pens. NOPE. Apparently this guy needs to recharge the battery after each use. So we waited and waited. But at least I had good company.
Finally it’s time to get up the hill to love van. You know when I said we had gotten use to the smell. Well I was wrong. Dear lord, that smell about knocked me down. And getting the girls back in was fun. Katie was in the van holding Babs while I hoisted the little ones in. Got Pom in no problem. Ali, she’s fiesty, decided she wasn’t having any of this and tried to wiggle out. In the process I had to grab what ever I could to keep from losing her. I grabbed a big hand full of love butt. I am scarred for life. And she might be too, but she got in that van at that point. Once we got in the van and we got hit by the smell again, Katie suggested we stop at a gas station to wash up. Bless her.
Off again to get me home. All in all it went well. It just took forever and the van is a wreck. Katie and I have decided that in the Spring I was getting breeding bucks. We don’t want to do this again. EVER. As I stepped in the door at home I was greeted by the fur babies and they looovvveeedd my smells. ALL my smells. I felt so violated at this point, but too tired to care. Everything I was wearing got washed and I soaked a very long time in the bath. Yeah, we’re getting bucks, that was rough.