Hormones are amazing things - I've learned this. They have influenced the course of history for many an entity, (though a CEO would never admit it). Mankind itself, frankly is chained to this fundamental - history in tow. . How do I know? I have a farm!
We put it off as long as possible, but let's face it - when you own an animal whose value hinges upon lactation, eventually to maintain the value of the animal, your gonna need a buck! We'd have been happy to wait another year, until one day, I spied our virgin doeling developing an udder - no male involved. It's rare, but it happens (which says a lot about the milking capacity of our little gal).So, we bought a buckling. Five months old. And oh what an impression he made!
Since our silly ole wether is named "Otis", we thought we'd name the little feller after Rome's famed & most handsome emperor - "TITUS".
The breeder couldn't guarantee how he or the girls would behave - so we were on our own. He was so cute, and so small. Just settled right down in the little the dog crate we brought.
Well first thing outta the box, he made a bellering bee-line for the girls on the other side of the fence. Within sixty seconds the kid became a wailing, walking squirt gun. He charged Otis, (probably for fun), and alienated his only, would-be friend. Not sure if Otis was actually afraid of the half-pint, or just didn't want to get a face full, but he trotted off several yards away complaining loudly. Enough with his commarade, Titus sprinted back to the fence line so the girls on the other side could see, hear AND smell him - his debut being quite the extra sensory experience for everyone.
The Kinder does were as bedazzled as three teenage girls over a man with a package. Next door in the Kiko pen, the two Jezebels began showing off slamming heads like a couple of crash test dummies. Well THAT only egged him on.
Suddenly the hair on the back of the Kinder gals stood straight up. In unison, they all started blubbering and tossing around and making these weird noises like they were demon possessed. Titus kept running back and forth - from our wussy wether, then back to strut in front of the vixens on the fence line, unsure if he had been delivered to heaven, or banished to hell. Amidst the uproar and confusion, I couldn't tell him either.
I stood there with my mouth dropped open thinking silently, he's gonna have this sewed up in a week. RJ dropped to her knees and was laughing her pants off. Well that set the dogs off, which set the guineas off, which ALWAYS sets our Chinese geese off. (I'm sure the cacophony from our homestead has the neighbors convinced we deliberately select the loudest breed of every specimen we own).
I tried to take pictures, but most were too obscene to post. Honestly, the entire spectacle was so depraved, it would have probably made the ancient Romans proud.
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