Goats are really amusing creatures. Who'd have thought that meat goats would have such distinct personalities? Watching them is certainly pushing me toward vegetarianism.
Here's Arlene. That look means: "Why did you even come down here if you don't have a carrot?" She's much shyer than her sister Emma, but has warmed up to us considerably and lets us pet her freely now, when at first she was wary of even a touch.
Note the red knees. Good 'ol South Carolina red clay.
My husband caught her in some odd maneuvers today. Here she's clearly stretching in advance of some strenuous goat calisthenics.
I'm not exactly sure what kind of exercise this is, but then goats naturally would have different exercises than people do.
And here's her sister Emma, acting like the normal goat she is, and eating all day long. Emma loves to be petted, and is very sweet-natured but she wants to be the boss of the 'pack.' (Are two goats a pack?) She leads the way to the shed at night, and gets really irritated if Arlene doesn't follow.
I have to say that they're certainly easier pets than dogs are. We feed them once a day, give them treats once a day, and just enjoy them the rest of the time.