On Tuesday, August 25, 2015, we got a call from our car mechanic that there were four goats on his lawn. He asked if they were ours, and we said no, although we were very interested in them. Over the course of 12 hours, these four goats wandered around the township, and thankfully did not get hit by cars or hurt in any other way. Animal Control had received many, many calls. The next morning, Hopewell AC knocked on our door. They remembered that we had been planning on getting animals, but couldn’t remember if we had said goats or sheep, so they asked us if the goats were ours. This time, we said no again, but offered to house them until they found the owners. Animal Control decided to keep looking, but promised to bring them back at the end of the day if no one had claimed them.
Around late afternoon that day, the Animal Control truck pulled into our driveway yet again, and this time opened their back trailer to let the four goats out. While we were very excited, their horns and size (even though they are a mix of small breeds) threw us off. These weren’t babies (we already knew that), so they had their own personalities and we didn’t know how well we could trust them. Turns out, our precautions were right for one of them. With three beautiful girls, there was one, stinky, rowdy, aggressive buck. “Grover” (pictured in the featured image of this page) was plain mean and nasty. He had already gotten one of the does pregnant (although this was only a suspicion at the time), and was completely obsessed with giving her special treatment. This meant that he would charge humans, other animals, and especially the other goats in the herd, in order for her to get food first and stay safe.
After one encounter that left a nasty bruise on one of our legs, we knew we had to get rid of Grover for our own protection and for our other animals. He is now living at another farm (actually, with a renter on Double Brook’s land, so where our orphan lambs are coming from). Although we are very happy that he has a home, we are also glad that it’s not with us! Once he left, we knew that we had to get closer with our goats, and wanted to make this a priority with potential babies on the way. However, with rams still on the property, and thinking that the goats would be due in the winter (we had read January or February were common months, and for some stupid reason, we didn’t research this further), we decided to wait a little longer before getting to know them. They still happily came up for treats, but they were too shy for us to pet them, so we knew we had some work to do.