What are you some kind of rescue for wayward goats?

Well, as a matter of fact, I guess we are.

I have an ad in the agricultural newspaper that circulates throughout the state. I decided after losing the baby goats that I needed to do something a bit more altruistic with our land, and offered our number to anyone who had an animal in need of rescue. So far we have added two bunnies whose owner never came back for them, and received a call about three Nubian does who may be coming this weekend and a sick bunny - that we are still contemplating. On Saturday I got a call from a gal who adopted a baby goat - who now thinks he is a dog - and her husband is tired of the goat. She is afraid that he might end up going to a home where they would use him for food and since he is leash trained and very tame, she thought that would be a shame.

So last night it was freezing out - and had rained all day - but we made the 45 minute trip up to see her.

First thing, Chewie decided to stand on his rear legs and greet us, nipping at Justin's jeans looking for food. We knew he would be a good match. Lisa's daughter was heartbroken about giving the little guy away - so we told her to come visit anytime. She went inside before we left.

An hour and a half - and a pizza and hotwings later, this was the scene in my kitchen:



Chewie slept inside in a kennel - something he was not thrilled about. As I type this, Justin is introducing him to the other wethers in the yard. He was good therapy and I hope that he will help teach the other goats to be a bit more tame.