My first goat. She is seven years old, herd queen from the start, and mother of Butters. She has the sweetest, most gentle sounding meep you’ve ever heard.
Francie’s half brother and the companion I brought home with her. Goats don’t like to be alone, and Einstein will show you that. He is a master fence breaker, shakes his hoof like a dog, and can bounce a soccer ball off his head. He is a wether.
She was the first goat born on my farm, which means I of course had to keep her. She has a big personality and loves attention. On par with the stereotype, she will eat just about anything. We like to joke that she is the muscle, protecting her mother’s herd queen status, and defending her honor to the other goats.
My third goat, she is Einstein’s half sister but they are a year apart. Her nickname is Baby Nut.
My second year of breeding I ended up with a mess of all buck kids. So I traded 3 boys for one girl… sounds fair right? I choose her for her long supple teats and strong body conformation.
Nutella’s first born, and the second goat I had born on my farm. Her nickname is Baby Baby Nut. Like her half sister Butters, she loves attention, but shes not as pushy about it.
My stinky little man. The first buck I have ever owned. He was a bottle baby so he realllllly loves me.
Baby Baby Baby Nut. That’s her name. She is the first of my goats born in Texas after the move from San Diego.