Is That a Miniature Cow? No, That's a Goat!

I blogged a few days ago that I had brought home two lady goats.  I've named them both, the little one being Josephine or "Jo Jo", and the cream colored two year old is Carmella.  My farm plan (and yes, there is a plan to everything we do here) was for three does, and at a later date a buck and wether.

Right now I have two of my Chocolate Turkey hens up for sale or trade on Craigslist, but the hens are spoken for until this weekend.  I was contacted by a gentleman that said he had a lovely 1 1/2 year old pygmy doe that he would trade me for the turkeys or sell to me at the same price. 

We agreed on the price and I headed out to go get the goat.  First thing that I noticed when I arrived was that this was no pygmy, as I had wondered from the photo he sent me.  She is very small though, and looks to be a pygmy/Boer mix.  We may never know for sure.  The man was at work, but his wife was there.  I don't know if it was funny or sad, but she was very afraid of the goats in general and didn't know what to do with them.  She did dump some feed in a feeder and lock several, include the one I came to get, into a small pen.  From there she clearly didn't know what to do.  After a minute she proclaimed she was going to call her brother because she didn't want to touch the goats!

Well, I didn't exactly have all day so I went into the pen and finally got a hold of her (by the horns, unfortunately), and walked her out of the pen to the truck.  The woman was amazed.  I then had the woman hold onto the horns while I picked the goat up and loaded her into the truck.  The woman just kept saying how amazed she was that I went right in there and grabbed than goat. 

I was far more amazed that she hates goats and lives on a goat farm!

On the way home I stopped to grab something to eat at McDonald's (which in general I avoid as much as possible).  When I got to the window to get my food, the gal glanced into the truck canopy and saw the goat.  She then in all honesty asked me "Is that a miniature cow?".  I looked around for a minute before I realized she was talking about the creature I had in the truck.  "No," I replied, "that's a goat."  I drove away shaking my head.  The world sure is full of interesting people.

I decided on the drive to name the little goat Daisy Mae, in honor of a cow we once had named Daisy.  If people are gonna think my goat is a cow, maybe she should be named for one!

Until next time!