What’s odd? I’ll tell you.
I feel I have failed.
I didn’t halter break and tame Tulsa into a lap goat. No. I mean, sure she eats out of hands and she doesn’t freak out every time someone is around her, but still I feel I let her down.
No.
Wait.
Really I let down the dream I had for her. Of her being a truely domestic goat. Yale loves attention. In fact, she is flat out annoying at times. Tulsa just like things her way; eating her clover, playing sticks, and most importantly not bothered. No matter she is going to a good home. I put her up for sale yesterday, and I got several responses. I believe I have sold her to a man in a near by town. I say believe instead of have because he comes with the deposit tomorrow. He seems nice, and has a boy who will take the time to win her over. She will be a breeding doe in a larger herd. It really is best.
Before anyone worries Tulsa doesn’t leave until I have decided her kids are weaned. They are already eating grains and brush and drinking water. But they still nurse and I want to give them the chance for a few more weeks. Eight weeks old and they will be ready.
I am also selling Little Man, and most likely Yale’s buckling too. We will see.
