Speaking of LOVE... There is Houdini and his unrequited love for Mama. He has been escaping his enclosure in an endless effort to mate with her. She continues to reject him most cruelly. Lately she tolerates his overtures of love by allowing him to walk beside her when the goats go out to graze and endlessly blow raspberries on her neck, but nothing more is allowed. She turns around, head butts him away and if he doesn't stop trying to mount her, she rolls him over, several times if necessary. The poor little guy is settling for being her constant companion of late.
Mama has also taken to giving her buckling kids a stern warning about smelling her pee and looking too amorous in her direction. She will have NONE OF THAT from them, including last years buckling.
She has already been bred by Ian and is NOT in heat, but it is rutt season and the boys are in full swing. You can't walk by the buck pen without being bowled over by the sweet soapy smell of buck pheromones.
My little doelings are next, but I have been keeping a close eye on them. They are MUCH too small and way too young.