Went to the horse lots today to see how the animals were doing; I had heard there had been a fire out there and I was concerned about some of my favorites. I didn't see Jack the Mule, but an old pal was standing out in the road as I was leaving. Somehow he knew I was in the vicinity and I *might* just have an apple for him. (and I did!) I call him "Beezlebub" because he looks satanic, but he's really pretty sweet. For a goat, that is.
He really doesn't smell very good, but then again, none of them do, esp. the billys. (they pee on their whiskers) He held still long enough for me to get a video of him. I greeted him with the normal Texas salutation, one with an obscenity. He replied in kind.
February 23, 2008
Goat Cussin'
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YouTube has been been performing some maintenance, and right now the vid won't come up, sorry.
Mike, do you remember the billy goat Curtis and I had when we were living in the old farm house when Gary was little? That was one nasty animal. He would climb up on top of our car and scratched it up. Plus, he would butt Gary and make him fall down anytime he was outside playing. I don't remember what happened to him, do you? He smelled like an old goat, too! There wasn't anything sweet about him!
Now that you mention it...
I do remember the ones we had when I was about 15-16 and you had already left home, got married. They too would climb all over our cars, always wanting the highest point, I guess. Dad also had a nanny or two fresh all the time, and I became pretty good at milking them. Candy, the shepard we used to have, would love to go out with me and I'd squirt milk at her face and she'd open up her mouth and lap it up, so funny.
We might've eaten that one, sis. I know I sure liked the ones dad butchered, they were great w/ a little bbq sauce on them.
I believe dad traded those goats for a generator.
I was feeding the ones that were out and along came Mr. Patton (he of the tank company here locally) and we were talking. He told me the owner had recently passed away.
We talked a little while longer and then a big red pickup came sliding up to a stop; there were three young boys and an older guy, prob. in his mid to late 20's. He wanted to know what I was doing there and I explained I had had permission from the now-deceased owner to feed them the produce I got from United.
He eased up some on the attitude and we talked a while, then as he was driving off, I noticed a goat tangled up in the twine that was in one of those big round bales of hay someone had fed them. I had to holler at him to stop to come help the poor creature.
Its leg was nearly cut from the twine, so sad, and the owner sheepishly fixed the problem as I watched over the process. Sheesh, it wasn't MY fault the thing was tangled up and I thought anyone with a lick of sense would either cut the twine and discard after putting it out or put together some sort of hay rick for the animals to feed from.
I don't blame the guy for being wary of a stranger hanging around his pens, but I would counter that only a callous bastard would allow his animals to remain in such a pathetic excuse for a pen.
I don't go out there so much to see my favorite animals as I do to give them a little company, a bit of stimulating "company".
They're "dumb animals", but they're intelligent enough to get bored, I think. I also think some of them are heartbroken that they are alone in a pen with nothing else for company, or that they're in a pen with 20 other animals, a pen that shouldn't hold more than two or three.
There's a little calf out there that requires some attention (read: FOOD) He's so thin you could stick him in an envelope and mail him. -sigh-
Okay...mail him to me, Mike. I have a big back yard and so does Brad. I don't think Alex would like having to clean up cow patties out of their yard though. I can't stand to see any animal mistreated. I'm glad you helped the goat tangled up in the twine. I see dogs tied up in back yards and want to go "rescue" them. That would be a good way to get shot, I'm sure. I have a very low opinion of people with animals that are so irresponsible. There's gotta be a special place in Hell for folks like that.
Y'know something? It's not very important, but I said "Candy" was the German Shep. we used to have, but she might've been "Pal", come to think of it. Either way, either dog, my memory ain't what it used to be.
I remember you also raising a few chickens, C. even buying an incubator, right? I'd love to live somewhere I could raise some chickens.
I'd also have goats, too. Even though they stink, they're a clean animal, good meat and will eat darn most anything, great to keep lots "mowed", BUT, having a goat-proof fence is prob. an expensive proposition.
I should've put in the link to the pics of this same ol' goat I took back this last summer.
Thanks for posting!
Yeah, Curtis and I had chickens when we lived in the farm house, too. They were the cutest little fluff balls until they started pecking one another bloody one day! I called Curtis just bawling and he came home from work and called the vet (use the term loosely) He said the chickens had some sort of vitamin deficiency. We got some stuff to put in their water and it fixed them right up. Do you remember the rabbits Curtis and I had when Brad was a baby? I still have scars down my arms from those varmints!
Pal was the German Shepard we had before I got married. He's the one who bit Curtis one evening when he came to pick me up to go to the show. Curtis jumped over the fence and Pal nabbed him on the leg. He bit him through his jeans and boots and broke the skin. He should have used the gate! LOL!I think Mother and Dad got Candy after I got married. Mother always said she thought Candy was a little "slow." It's hard to remember which one was which. I remember Pal used to go on those long walks with me. I don't remember ever seeing a snake or anything and I know they had to be there in those pastures.
Well, I'm sure we're boring everyone else to death with our little trip down memory lane.
Is it cold there today? It was well over 80 degrees here. We've had NO winter to speak of. I miss it, too.
Love ya!
I'm thinking the demonic flare is from the horizontal pupils in their eyes...always thought that made them look pretty strange.
Great post and vid Mike.
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