Earlier today I walked over to the clothes lines to hang up some laundry, and caught the scent of our billy goat, John. The name he was given before we purchased him was Big Bad John, but he is more along the lines of a rather timid goat. He can appear rather crabby because of the size of his horns, but is rather mild mannered.
One of our does must be in heat because I caught the smell of John way up by the clothes lines. I sure hope our clothes don't absorb the smell! Bucks certainly have a strange way of attempting to attract the ladies.
Last week Peter was working on painting the barn and came in smelling just like John. We made him take a shower! I sure hope John cleans himself up soon. We keep him staked out down by the lake, but even our strong winds haven't helped deodorize him.
Peter does the milking, and here he is milking my favorite goat, Leah. Not all of the goats are as easy to milk as she is.