Every goat has a unique personality. Some are shy around people. Some are indifferent. Some love being the center of human attention.
Our goat Sheeza falls into the “hey, pet me” category.
She’s lucky to be alive. This winter she kidded (her first time). She had grown so little I didn’t even know she was pregnant. I found her trying to deliver. I had to pull the kids, both of which were very large (and stillborn). The first was one of the largest kids I’ve ever seen. I still have no idea how she carried those two. She had a lot of trouble recovering and was near death a couple of times. We brought her into the barn and away from the other goats to give her a chance to recover. To our delight, she bounced back. She’s still too skinny but she’s back to pushing around the smaller goats and she insists on being petted whenever we’re in the pasture with her.
We like giving our goats musical names. When Sheeza was born I thought I’d already used up all the names from Ramones songs, but a friend and fellow Ramones fan suggested “Sheeza,” inspired by the song “She’s a Sensation.” I thought it was a great suggestion (Cherie was not so keen on it then, but I think the name has grown on her).
When she was born her mother developed a problem with her milk bag, so we had to bottle feed Sheeza and her brother (who we naturally named Heeza) for a while. No doubt that contributed to Sheeza being so spoiled and lovable now.
For more on the early days of Sheeza: