A Goat By Any Other Name

He’s the George Clooney of goats. Drop dead gorgeous!

First, an update.  We’re a little over a week with our beautiful new baby goat.  And things are getting better. Not as fast as I’d like, but then that’s my ongoing lesson in patience.

Amazingly enough, AFTER I decided Brandy needed a friend and I brought this little guy home, I remembered that Brandy had practically never seen another goat.  If I remember the story right, her mom died soon after childbirth.  Doink has been her only animal companion since she was a baby.

I guess it’s a little like parents bringing a new baby home and telling their precious three year-old, “Look, we brought you a playmate!”

Playmate?  I know competition for your affection when I see it, lady.  And I don’t like it!

So there’s lots of extra treats for everyone in the barnyard in this period of adjustment.  Just seems fair.

However, everyone needs to feel safe in the barnyard.  That’s fair, too.  He’s now got two “safe spots” where he can scoot in to when Brandy’s on a tear.

Hmm. This is odd…  I don’t fit anymore.

In one side…and out the other!

He’s got the lower bunk in the goat shed.  It only looks like a jail.  He loves it.  He’s good about sharing it with the chickens, too!

Keela continues to be curious.

How you doin’?

Doink continues to be “Eh, whatever.  Just stay out of my bed, ok?”

He’s been dragging pine branches into the shed to create a fortress on “his side.”

Now, about the name.

He came to us as Jester, because he was born on April Fools Day.  Love the concept, but I have a hard time saying the name.  It usually comes out as Chester.  He’s really not a Chester.

Very Excellent Husband Don dubbed him Jester For Now because he knew it would take me a while to figure out what I want to call the little guy.  Jessie was the first name that rolled off my tongue.  Recently, Don’s Very Excellent Father was here and crowned him Jake.  Jessie-Jake.  JJ.  It’s still a work in progress at this point.

We’ll get the name right.  And every day, Little J-man gets a smidge bigger.  Pretty soon Brandy is going to be saying, “Hey, where’s that little thing that was here?  And by the way, where did this BIG thing come from?”

I’m king of the world! (She’s not watching, is she?)

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