Life “outback” is anything but boring!
Whistler is the resident “jack”. This big guy seems to be around for two purposes. The first one is….ahem….well, you know. The second one is….is…..okay, there’s just one reason Whistler is here. OH, I thought of something! My husband loves his “Whistler”, the two of them have their ‘guy talk’ every night.
It’s a good thing, too, because poor Whistler needs all the encouragement he can get. The jennies treat him like dirt, absolute dirt…..they don’t let him eat with them or talk with them. They “make” him stay over in the corner most of the time……unless, they’re in season. Oooooh, how the situation changes then!
All of a sudden, it’s like Whistler just won the lottery or something. The jennies fight over him. It’s like night and day behavior, the worst of the female nature.
After the “season” passes within a couple of days, back to the corner for Whistler. Poor guy.
Bella and Heather, cute but vicious to male donkeys!
Cinnamon, Peanut butter, Rosa and Nell
Then, there’s the other pasture. This is the “Mommy” pasture, so to speak, if we must describe it. These girls need extra feed, so we have grouped them together for now, until the other barn is built for them, hopefully within the next 60 days or so.
Nell (far right) and her baby, Cinnamon are in the “Mommy” pasture. Nell is about 9 years old, and while I’m not sure how that translates in human years, I am quite certain that she’s in full-blown menopause. She’s just wicked. She hates just about everyone (donkey) except her baby, and is fairly intolerant with her.
Rosa is pregnant and moody as well, she has been very slow to warm up to us….probably still morning sick.
Peanut Butter just weaned a foal and is quite friendly. Probably because she just got her baby fat off, stopped nursing and feels free!
Leah just turned one year old, so she’s just happy-go-lucky. She’s a real sweetie and comes when called. Actually, most of them respond to their names.
The other three goats consist of Brooklynn, aka “Brookie”, Mocha and Kirby. Kirby is a wether (castrated male goat) and is our wonderfully, lovable “village idiot”. Poor guy, he acts like he doesn’t have a single brain cell firing most of the time. We love him dearly, however, and is a good friend to Mocha.
Mocha is the smart one. I’m quite sure she understands English and gives me the lowdown when something’s wrong. Brookie is just the baby of the bunch and just totally cute.
Joey, our adopted barn cat, is back to being a boy….I think. He has teats as well as testicles, so you tell me. I’m going with the exhibition of male organs, he’s a guy. He’s very lovable and “guards” the barn like he owns the place. A couple of mice have been carefully placed at the barn door for me to see in the morning, as Joey shows us his value as a barn cat.
Joey also loves to purr around my leg while I’m milking Oreo, in hopes of getting some of that warm milk in his bowl….I usually comply. He is pretty cute and I’ve never owned a cat before, so it’s even more fun to treat him.
There’s never a boring moment “outback”, that’s for sure. I wouldn’t have it any other way!
What sort of farm critter drama can you share? Aren’t they fun???