Meet Frick, Frack, and Applejack, our three goofy, charismatic, (and often destructive) dwarf pigmy goats.
(Well, technically the picture shows Frick, Applejack, and Frack.... but it's just not as phonetically pleasing that way...)
We got them to eat down the brush in the gully.
Do they eat down the brush in the gully?
No.
Turns out, they are terrified of anything taller than they are... and they are less than 18" tall, so EVERYTHING is taller than they are.
(Yes, ladies and gentlemen, the photo is deceiving... I'm 5'5" and they don't even come up to my kneecap...)
Instead of eating the weeds and brush in the gully, they eat everything they aren't supposed to.
My beautiful thriving strawberries.... eaten to the roots.
The persimmon tree I was so excited about and was growing quite well... ripped of it's beautiful leaves and dismembered.
The blackberry bushes I planted in hopes of having blackberry jalapeno jelly next year... obliterated.
But I can't be mad because they are SO STINKING CUTE!!
Applejack is always the first one through any open door, including our house; (aka Bubba-D, cause he's a little cross-eyed and had a tendency to do things you wouldn't want young children asking about before we had him neutered. This included, but was not limited to, pee'ing on my foot every morning when I let him out). He's a sweetheart, but the hardest-headed of the three.
Frack is mercurial. A little aloof. But he's loyal to a fault. And although he is shy, he can be quite vocal when he wants something.
Frick's quiet and unassuming... he let's Frack run the show most of the time, but there's no doubt he's the alpha. He's my buddy cause he keeps everybody in line with his horns....
"We aren't supposed to jump on mom dude...."[Head butt].
"Let her feed us guys" [Head butt].
He also tries to keep me in line by biting me on the inner thigh when I don't give him enough pets.
RUDE.
But, if I sit down on the ground, he'll come up to me real gentle and nudge me with his nose. He doesn't paw at me or butt me like the others do. He wants nothing but kisses and his hairy chin rubbed, which I am more than happy to give.
They torment the chickens, head-butt the cats, and tease the dogs.
They also sit on the front porch and ring the doorbell when I'm in the kitchen (no doubt trying to get me to come out and pet them), then migrate down to the big sliding door when I'm in my Sewing Studio.
Before long, I'm outside trying to run them off yelling "Get off my strawberries you frickin' goats!", or "Hey, get off the fruit trees you little cluckers!!"
To which they "Bah", buck, run, and act goofy until I can't help but laugh.
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