>This one possibly comes under the heading of ‘Too Much Information’ but hey, you can always stop reading, right ?
Around 4 am on Saturday morning, Miss Rosie decided to let me know in no uncertain terms that all the medication, the TLC, the hormone shots, etc were working… and how did she do this I hear you asking?
Well, my dears, by bellowing and bleating her head off in a manner that suggested very strongly that she has begun to … ahem… ‘cycle’ again.
I might not necessarily have put 2 and 2 together immediately as I pried my eyelids apart, struggled into some shoes and slogged up to the goathouse, but once I got up there, to be greeted by the sight of her up on her hind legs – this from the goat who couldn’t even stand up a mere 2 weeks ago – attempting to climb the wire fence, with accompanying bleating and tail wagging, I knew.
The bellowing beginning to emanate from the direction of Blackadder’s paddock over at PND’s kinda reinforced the message.
I didn’t really want her to hurt herself on the fence, so she was let out and Ruby and Rowan were stuck in the slammer instead.
Saturday was spent being serenaded by the goaty version of “Love Is In The Air” as Ms Rosie wore a track up and down the side fence. She wouldn’t even budge for water or food so I made her a little picnic bucket.
About dinnertime BND came over with some stale bread for the girls, having just come from feeding Blackie…
and you can probably guess what’s coming …
Rosie sprinted over, gave her a quick sniffing and proceeded to snuggle up to any part of Brenda that she could reach.
Tail wagging yes, but no blessed bleating.
so at something approaching the speed of light, I went next door armed with a damp handtowel and gave Blackie a good rubdown and then carried the smelly, dusty, disgusting object home in triumph.
She’s been quietly snuggling with her ‘lovey’ ever since.