Milking the Rooster

Thats right the goats have grown a little fella, yeah and he’s really cute… of course. Rescued, well bought from a familywho get the excess bucks from a goat dairy before their physical characteristics actually grow to fulfill those of a fledged male goat.

So this is ‘Chops’ and he is the recipient of half our milk production here at the property now, after some dubious nosing, Bette has rather taken to little Chops, and he has got himself a surrogate mother!!! Dave and Su don’t know, and it is perhaps arguable whether or not they would be in favor of the idea, but hey something as small and cute as that deserves some room here on the ol’ homestead.

Tans is unimpressed (note the pee stain behind her on the gangway – a sure sign of goat disgruntlement).

The wee tacker searches for a teet on my knee.

‘The black streak’ – Chops flies after anything moving, in search of teet.

So the name Chops is something of a fail-safe, this way i can get attatched, but theoretically I should never forget that really he is a meat goat, there is an outside chance he could become a sire at work, but I’ll see, mature male goats are a serious undertaking! I understand that they attempt to infect everything within nostril distance with the acrid scent of their own urine, a scent that they female goats go bananas for.

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