We have had a "guest goat" for a few months now. He is hanging out at our farm until Miss Ivy has her babies. Or maybe just "baby". We're not sure.... Anyhow, Mr. Goat is here to keep her company because goats really much prefer to be in the company of another goat. I didn't want Miss Ivy to be lonely! I'm not exactly sure of Mr. Goats real name, I think it might be Butternut....or Buttercup...or something like that. But I just call him Mr. Goat.
Today, Mr. Goat had one heckuva bad day. I don't know why.... and I don't know how. But Mr. Goat managed to get himself into this little pickle....
As my big boy and I were walking around the farm doing the chores this afternoon, we found him in his pickle. I usually don't do the chores until my son gets home from school. He's my official gate opener and I need his help. So Mr. Goat looked to have had himself stuck like that for quite a while. A few hours at least, maybe longer.
The obvious thing we needed to do was remove the panel from the fence and give his poor little kisser some breathing room. But of course we had walked down to do the chores and my hammer was all the way up at the house. (Note to self: Put hammer in big barn, near goat pen.) So this cowgirl had to hoof it up to the house as quickly as possible. I tell you what, I am not in shape for a quarter-mile run, uphill, in muck boots. But I made it without passing out, grabbed a hammer and drove the pickup back down to the goat pen.
I yanked the fence staples out and freed the panel. Then my big boy pushed his behind forward while I did a twist and yank procedure on his head to fit his horns back through the fence squares. His little head is gonna be sore for a day or two! And his lips were chaffed and swollen too....
But a minute or so after being released from the goat trap, he was happily in the feeder, chowing down.... that's always a good sign.
I think I'll call Mr. Goats owners and let him know he would like to come home soon.... he doesn't like my fences.
Bye for now,
PB
It seems that horns get them in trouble all the time! Poor thing.
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