aka Lazy Lance
aka Lance the Lump
aka Lovable Lance
Lance was the product of unintended breeding that took place right after we had the fire, when everything was either out of control or beyond our control.
His mama was my first favorite goat, Loki, who could not have been more aptly named (Loki being the Norse god of chaos and mayhem.)
She was the original Flying Goat, and no one has ever put the twist into the Happy Goatie Feet dance like she did.
She also had a thing for climbing on cars to get to the juicy leaves on the trees, and then when that was done she would go snooze on the white trash couch until i would come out and scratch her ears.
(We had a van at the time, and had pulled one of the benches out and set it on the back porch by the kitchen door. Decided the bench was way more useful there than in the van, and took to referring to it as "the white trash couch.")
His daddy was the original Lance, and (banjo pickin' here) brother to Loki.
Don't tell PETA.
So Lancie Boy was never destined to be a Herd Sire or a Brain Surgeon.
And he has lived up to expectations.
He is kind of a lump, but he could not be a sweeter boy, and was made for lovin'.
Well, not Sparkin' Sparta kinda lovin', but snuggle goatie lovin'.
He was Jethro's first favorite goat, and is Moon's best friend.
Since we are mentioning the original goats that we started the herd with--Loki and Lance Sr., i gotta share a memory real quick.
The other two original goats were Ren (you remember her--the cranky one that we sent up north) and One Eyed Jack.
Jack had a problem with one eye, like a cataract or something. Never gave him any trouble, and we never figured it out. But that is how he got his name.
Jack was a real hunny boy, and we were so sorry to loose him.
He and Ren gave us Becky the Bad, and she is a top notch homestead milker, even if she took her mama's disposition.
Before the fire, we had a lot of acreage, and used to turn the goats out and let them roam free all day.
One day, when Jethro was about four, and Jack was still a puppy, i looked out the kitchen window to see the two of them in a standoff.
Jethro was bent at the waist, and he and Jack were forehead to forehead.
Every once in a while, Jack would rare up on two legs and Jethro would stand straight, trying to see who could get the tallest, and then they would go head to head again...not head butting--Jack was too gentle for that, but eye to eye.
There was definitely some kind of communication going on between those two stubborn boys.
I have always wondered what they were saying, and who won.
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