Time flows by. Goat kids grow quickly. And suddenly they are three months old.
Why does this matter?
Buck kids are old enough to start breeding does by three months old. Most aren’t capable of settling a doe before four months. Still, in a mixed herd, these kids begin carrying on and driving my old buck mad.
Breeding season is officially over. Except Nubians will breed all year and not all of my does are bred. So the buck kids are beginning to blather and carry on every so often. Augustus starts to smell and pace and hang out of his pen. The does start mooning.
There are seven kids three months old now. Five are little bucks. Two are little does.
Doe kids can get pregnant at four months although they usually wait until they are six months old. That means I have a problem.
There is another side of this problem, a harder one to solve. That one is letting go of all of these seven kids.
Goats have been a major backbone of my life for over forty years. As I grow older, the work becomes harder to keep done. I can no longer sling hay or even stack the three hundred bales I need each year. Mucking out the barn takes longer each spring.
Even more important is what will happen to my little herd. I have no family who wants them. So all of the kids must be sold. And they are now three months old.
The five buck kids will sell for meat. That leaves the two doe kids.
Both are friendly. One is a bottle baby and the other is an oat connoisseur. One was born the end of November, the other the beginning of December. Both are from good family milkers.
The hardest part of all is watching the doe kids leave knowing, no matter how nice or friendly a kid is, it must be sold to an uncertain future. And more kids are due in March so I get to do this again in July.