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Introducing Frankie Four Feet

Yes, well, I’m a fan of the movie Snatch, what can I say?

Anyway! In the wee early morning hours of the 31st of August, 2012, Annabelle presented us with this young gentleman:
A teeny tiny three pound baby goat rests in some straw.  He is mostly white with patches of red-brown, a leetle black nose, and startling blue eyes.

Mother and baby are doing swimmingly well; Annabelle is a dedicated (if over-anxious) mother. Frankie Four Feet is an adventurous young man now that he’s reached the great age of four days old, prone to tearing around the yard as fast as his teeny, teeny legs can carry him. This drives Annabelle nuts and she follows him around trying to lick him and yelling at him to be careful and don’t eat that and don’t touch that and OMG YOU ARE DIRTY AGAIN! I JUST WASHED YOU.

Because the next questions will be about his future:

Frankie Four Feet is currently for sale. If, however, no one speaks up for him in the next 4-5 weeks, he will be wethered (neutered). At that point the odds of someone buying him drop drastically, and anyway wethers don’t eat much and don’t really need grain at all. So either he gets bought as a buckling (registered with the AGS, make me an offer!) here in the next month, or he will probably stay around until such time as I have a doe for sale who needs a buddy to go with her.

At any rate, the next big event in his future will be disbudding, since he did not have the luck to be born polled. Need to call and schedule that.

And happily, my barn arrives day after tomorrow, so very shortly we will have things set up so he can meet the rest of the herd and learn to be a real goat. And also the dogs will get the back yard back.

6 thoughts on “Introducing Frankie Four Feet

  1. Awwww…..beautiful baby! Hey d’ya like daggs?????

    1. Daggs? Oh, dogs. Yeah, I like dogs.

      (The next buckling is getting named Turkish, I swear.)

  2. You have no idea how much more I can enjoy his pictures now that I know he isn’t going to be slaughtered. :] He sure is adorbs. I wish I could adopt him!

    1. You know, I tried to contemplate turning him into cabrito, but just cannot even think of it. It’s probably livestock fail on my part, but oh well, even if he doesn’t sell it’s not like wethers eat much. And there may be an opportunity to send him off with a doe at some point.

      1. I don’t think it’s livestock fail at all. We all do things a little differently. I am so sentimental about my birds (5 guineas, 15 ducks, 10 chickens, one goose) that I actually became vegetarian last year because I realized that was what on my plate was suddenly not so different from what I doted on, babytalked, and fed organic mealworms to. I don’t preach to people about it so I expect the same respect from said people when my birds stop laying and yet I choose to keep them around and keep feeding them. I am in this for the enjoyment, not to make money or do things 100% efficiently. Right now exactly four of the above listed birds are laying, so uh, it’s pretty obvious that we are running more of a sentimental petting zoo than a farm. haha

        A fellow farming friend here on the island had a buckling born in May that she just slaughtered last week, and not 24 hours after doing him in, she got a phone call from someone wanting a buck from that particular bloodline. They were a great home, too! And he was a sweet, gentle boy that she really would’ve preferred to send to a pet home. So she is feeling pretty sad about that. Who wouldn’t, right?

        1. Yeah, I am really really not interested in judging how someone else does things. I tell a lie, actually, if someone is reproducing depressing factory farm conditions in their back yard, I will in fact judge.

          And while I don’t have a problem with eating surplus roosters who have lived a good life here and been killed humanely, our elder hens are safe. By the time they stop laying, I know them too well as individuals to put them on my plate. Our silver-laced Wyandotte hen, Lorena, hasn’t laid in a while. We’re OK with that, she’s doing excellent work breaking down the compost pile and eating obnoxious bugs, along with teaching young chickens the ropes and making sure youthful roosters don’t get too uppity.

          Much like when the goat ladies get too old to safely carry babies and be working milk goats, they will still be valuable brush-clearers and contributors to the compost heap. After an animal has given me years of her life and her milk or eggs, I just do not have it in me to then turn around and slaughter her.

          And yeah, I’d hate to slaughter a buckling and have someone want to give him a home the next day. So, y’know, a few wethers won’t be a big issue.

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