Sunday, February 20, 2011
1993 First Breeding Experience
We borrowed a buck, a fat, donut-fed Nubian cross youngster named Bob, for our first breeding. Bob stayed in the old goat-pen, while Sally and Lyla had the barn and barnyard. We intended to breed Sally, but felt that at six months old, Lyla was too young.
Bob escaped one day. I was standing right next to the does as he ran up and mounted Lyla, so I hauled him off -- he couldn't have been on top of her for more than a couple of seconds. I dutifully recorded the date -- just in case -- but we really couldn't think that this had actually been a "breeding". ( We had never had a buck at that point and had never seen goats breed before.) Five months later, Lyla presented us with a single kid. Sally, who had been bred the next day, produced twins, a lop-eared buck kid and a lovely cream-and-black doeling that we named Celeste.
It never fails to amaze me that farm-raised kids (the human kind, I mean) have unplanned pregnancies. They must know how easily it happens!!!!