What `cha gonna do??
Well I can tell you good folks what we did with our randy buck boys, we moved them! Over the past week there have been some very odd sounds in our goat barn. Those of you who own bucks know the sound I`m talking about. It`s a mixture of a deer grunt and flopping lips with that deep buck baritone.
Uh-huh. The unfettered call of a riley goat-man! Since I don`t want kids to hit the ground in January we decided we had put it off long enough. (Actually I`m praying we didn`t out if off TOO long if you get my drift.) It was time to get Anakin and Auron out of temptations way. We had left a rather large area of our yard grow for just this reason, since putting them in with the steers just didn`t seem practical.
We cleaned out the small barn and freshly bedded it after booting yet ANOTHER chicken with maternal dreams out the doorway. Then it was simply a matter of running the electric fence around the new bachelor pad.
I had the glorious job of carrying the fence posts (I`m sure I would have had the instruction-reader gig as well but this job comes with none.) Miss Yodeling was the designated applier of new insulators and Mister Yodeling handled the driving of posts and manly direction-giving. Surely we girls would have been lost without his masculine knowledge of proper string un-wrapping techniques. *Rolls eyes*
Boy was it hot when we were doing this! Hot, humid and buggy. The deer-flies were out in droves and only buzzing around my head. Why the heck does this happen??? Why can there be my husband and child standing right next to me and the consabbit biting bugs only bite me??? I refuse to consider the explanation Mr. Yodeling gives me and have opted to think I am just far tastier than he is.
After a few welts and one sound swat to my head (I asked him to do it. There was a deerfly resting atop my noggin preparing to drill into my skull) the boys were rounded up and led to their new digs.
They seemed to be rather upset about the sudden lack of lovely caprine beauties at first. Then they found an autumn olive bush. After a good head-rub and some leaves complete with branches Auron and Anakin now stand at the three-strands of electric gazing with soulful goaty eyes across the driveway.
Oh the heartbreak to be thwarted once more by loves fickle finger and three strands of miserable yellow fence!