After today's earlier disgusting post, I feel like I owe you one. I went out into the pasture and the woods, far from the nasty beetles and took a few pictures of the goats and the beautiful fall colors.
This is Star, the first goat I ever milked. She provided us with a lot of milk our first couple years out here. She is 10 years old now and enjoying her retirement. That little doe in the background is her daughter from a year ago.
Here's Hercules, my la mancha wether. (La manchas don't have ears. They're born that way.) He's the sire of my two la mancha does, but I just couldn't let him remain a buck since he proves the adage that, "for goats, fences are merely a suggestion!" He got in with my little Nigerian girls multiple times. Luckily, no one wound up pregnant, because that could have had a tragic ending.
And here's Annie. She's two years old. I just took a picture of her because she planted herself in front of me as I sat down on a thorny limb that was hiding under the leaves. Yeah, that hurt.
It was a lovely day to just sit and watch them munch on leaves.