Nellie's Preggers!

Concerned about our HUGE family Carbon Foot Print (we own one gas truck, one diesel truck, four cars, two golf carts, a tractor, a bucket truck, one dirt bike, one street bike, three four wheelers) Daughter In Law and I decided to get some goats to take care of an out of control weed problem.  Well, and also, someone offered us two FREE goats. Nellie, a Nubian/Alpine mix doe and Nate, who looks all Nubian and seems sort of slow, mentally.   After we upgraded fencing and bought goat appropriate accessories at the Farm Tractor Store, the free goats cost us about 1100.00.  My Son was impressed with the efficiency with which the goats tore into vines and weeds and brush and said, We Need A Dozen More!  (more power, more power, faster, faster, better, better - our family mantra) so DIL and I stopped at the farm around the corner and asked about borrowing their buck.  Three days later, a GORGEOUS young woman named Jen pulls into the driveway in a pick-up truck.  DIL  and I look at each other and say, What's that smell?

She opens the back of the truck and Hawk jumps to the ground, large and in charge!  Before his feet hit the driveway, he was armed and ready for action, and without even a lead, walked purposefully toward the goat pen and let Nellie know he was there to service her.  He did this by peeing in his mouth and checking his equipment.  I think I dated a guy like that once.

Nellie was coy at first, but Hawk was persistent and remarkably patient and charming.  The more charming he got, the worse he smelled.  There was some action going on, but it was sort of... confusing, which led to to comments like, Did he get her?  Why is she walking like that?  Does that mean he got her?  And, of course, don't touch him, you'll get pee on you!  Hawk was literally DRIPPING with goat essence.  Which smells a lot like a pair of 'lambskin' gloves I bought in an import shop once.  Or, like the most potent fatty greasy musky lanolin hand lotion.  Because no one was sure he got her, he stayed the night.

In the morning I got the dogs out and you could smell him from the front door.  DIL's eldest sister was already here, leaning over the fence because news of backyard sexual shenanigans travels fast in her family.  I said "good morning" and held my breath against the odor, and she said, He got her, right in front of me!

Gorgeous Jen mentioned when she came to pick Hawk up that he was for sale, but I think we got what we needed.  In five months we will have two or three or maybe one little baby goat.  I'll keep you posted! (PS:  this is the business end of Hawk, registered Nubian Stud Muffin)