Moving the Goats

We decided to move a few of our goats to a different pasture.  That means putting the cage we use to transport them into the back of my truck, catching the goats, lifting them into the cage and driving them to the other pasture.  Sometimes that’s all easy enough and sometimes it’s not.

We didn’t always do it that way.  Before I had the cage, and back when we’d move the entire herd at once, I’d just lead them the 1/3 mile distance between pastures.  Sometimes I’d lure them with a scoop of sweet feed.  Most times I’d put a lead rope on the horse, or a leash on our livestock guardian dog and let one of them lead the way.  The goats would all dutifully follow the horse/dog. I don’t know why.  They just did.

Until the time they didn’t.  Something spooked one of them, momentarily panicking the rest of them.  After they darted off into the woods some of them discovered that they liked it there.  Once the mule train was broken, it was every-goat-for-herself chaos.

Eventually we got them all back into the pasture we started from.  But the pied-piper method of switching pastures was history.

The cage works well.  Except for the fact that it’s a pain to get into the truck bed.  And the only way to get the goats into it is to lift them and push them in.  And sometimes they don’t want to go in.  And sometimes, once in, they don’t want to come out.  But still, it’s not a bad system.

So last week we moved a few of them.  As I was waiting for them to exit the cage I thought it would be fun to take pictures of them jumping out. My camera wasn’t fast enough to catch them midair, except as blurs.  I kinda like the way they came out.

 

They didn't want to get in.  Now they don't want to get out.

They didn’t want to get in. Now they don’t want to get out.

Martha went first.

Martha went first.

Heidi was next.

Then Janis.

Then Janis.

And finally, Joni.

And finally, Joni.

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