Ron’s unfortunate backfiring slug curse.
I drew this in 2001, I think….
Goats I Have Known: Taco
Yes, Taco, because that is what she was supposed to be. Most of the kids born at the learning center were destined to be sold for meat after the busy summer season was over, but somehow Taco got a reprieve. She was a big girl, either full Boer or a Boer-Nubian cross, not sure, with three perfect spots down her back, and she was very affectionate, great with visiting guests - she would strut up to you, and if you stood still for a nanosecond, she would immediately rub her head against you nonstop, gradually increasing in pressure till you just about fell over. Taco had serious separation-anxiety and while she was easy-going if everything was sticking to routine, any upset in her life, no matter how minor, sent her into a panic. She stuck like glue to her main homie, Sparkle, and any attempt to take Taco somewhere on her own led to her entering what we called the “Taco Army-crawl” mode, where she would get down on her knees and haul ass, screaming all the way. And she had enough power to pull you along on quite a ride! I adopted her when the center closed, and she went on to work for a bit at the dairy with me. She was a good mom, but again, very prone to panic. She accidentally crushed one of her kids in the birthing pen, and broke its leg… fortunately, that kid was adopted by a loving family who put up the money to have the destroyed limb amputated, and the last I heard, that kid was living a fabulous, three-legged life. Taco was with Sparkle immediately before and after Sparkle was euthanized, and Taco mourned the loss of her best friend for the rest of her life. She was never the same after Sparkle died - she wasn’t panicky anymore, but she just seemed deeply, profoundly sad. She just didn’t have it in her to keep going. She fell seriously and irreversibly ill very suddenly, less than a year after Sparkle’s death, and I made the choice to euthanize her. She went easily, without a fight. She was buried next to Sparkle overlooking the pond, and I like to think they’re somewhere wonderful, pigging out together and strutting their Boer goat stuff.
Photos of some remarkably beautiful birds.
'They bonded from day one and you can always see them running around the enclosure chasing each other.”
“'They are always together and they really are best mates despite the obvious height difference.
'One of the zebras they live with called Zebedee can be a bit of a bully sometimes and often chases Eddie.
'But he soon turns tail when Gerald steps in a shoos him away - he is a very loyal giraffe to Eddie.'”
When I was a child, I went through a period where giraffes were my favorite animal. I still love them. I also love goats now, so this is pretty much the most awesome animal BFF combination ever.
Harry wakes up in the hospital wing after the rogue (or not-so-rogue, as it turns out…) bludger incident.
I drew this in 2004.
Goats I Have Known: Xceptional
In 2008 I spent a brief stint of time on a dairy in the wilds of New Mexico, where the goats roamed free and so did I. I wasn’t there very long, but I developed quite a relationship with a little brown Nubian dry yearling named Xceptional. Anyone who knows me knows that I have a special fondness for Nubians, brown Nubians in particular, so it seems fitting that Xceptional took an immediate and intense liking to me right off the bat. She was a sweet, curious little thing, with a gorgeous Roman nose and the longest ears. I spent a lot of my free time out in the loafing pen with the goats, and she always wanted to hang out with me, while the rest of the goats didn’t give a crap. I remembered thinking that she wasn’t likely to be a good milker, and I felt sad that I couldn’t adopt her in case she washed out of dairy life. I fantasized about going back for her if ever that happened, but that dairy is so remote, there is just no way that could happen. She’d be going on 7 years old now, pretty old for a working dairy girl. I hope that she’s OK, wherever she is and whatever she’s doing.
Goats I Have Known: Rosie
I must say, Alpines are not my favorite of the dairy breeds, (most -but not all- of them that I have dealt with have had relatively disagreeable attitudes) but I do appreciate some of their beauty, like Rosie’s beautiful cou blanc patterning. Rosie was the first Alpine I ever knew, back at Heifer. She was old. She was cranky. She ruled the roost and didn’t take crap from anybody. But she was also an excellent mother, and adopted a little runt Boer wether (named Surprise) that was donated to the center, even though he was totally weaned and didn’t NEED a mother, she took him under her wing anyway. It was some of the sweetest behavior I’ve seen in a goat. It took Rosie a long time to warm up to people, and she’d feebly try to bite you while having her hooves trimmed (she had some arthritis, and standing on 3 legs was hard for her, so I can’t get too mad at her) still, I found her lovable in all her crabbiness. I adopted her when HPI closed down. She passed away shortly thereafter while I had her in foster care, which wasn’t all that surprising. Like I said, she was old, and after the move, the next highest goat in the pecking order, Sparkle, started to take over as Herd Queen. I think that being usurped as Herd Queen and being ‘evicted’ from HPI was too much a shock for Rosie, she never really was the same after it. If I ever felt inclined to add Alpines to my herd, they would look like Rosie.
Oskar the baby water buffalo has a pointy tongue. (Zoologischer Garten in Berlin.)
PHOTO BY SOEREN STACHE/AFP/GETTY IMAGES (via SF Gate)
I love water buffalo. The one we had at Heifer Project was so sweet.
has anyone ever stopped to think about what ridiculous animals goats are
WHAT THE FUCK
HOW DID YOU EVEN GET UP THERE
ARE THESE ANIMALS EVEN REAL
????? ?? ? ???????//
SOMEONE FUCKING EXPLAIN THIS SHIT TO ME
Where there’s a will, there’s a way, my friend.