She has an abundance of goat-titude.

Don’t let this gal’s pretty face fool ya. She isn’t nearly as innocent as she looks. She is without a doubt the direct decedent of our infamous foundation doe “Red the Wild”.

This morning I headed into the goat pasture for chores. Our goat feed area sits on top a retaining wall with the fencing leaving only about 3 inches from the very edge of the wall. As I was carrying out the grain filled feeders, I saw that Beauty’s doeling, she seemed to be stuck on that very narrow edge on top of the retaining wall. She would back up a bit, occasionally stopping to try to wiggle into the fence gaps and then yell in frustration. I interpreted this yell to mean, “help! I’m stuck!”.  I really thought she was trapped and worried she’d fall off the ledge and hurt herself.

Side note: Yes, I know….she’s a goat! For those who haven’t seen pictures of mountain goats casually clinging to the edge of a cliff grazing, let me explain; Her being a goat basically means she’s more flexible than Gumby and a master level gymnast and acrobat. I knew this in recesses of my brain however, in my defense it was early and I hadn’t had my coffee yet.

The feed area.

So, I set out to rescue her. Sigh.

I climbed down the hillside and stretched to the very tippy top of my five foot and (almost) two inches, to reach for her. I scooped her off the top of the ledge and pulled her close to give her comfort after her ordeal, or so I thought. In response to my efforts, she pulled back and gave me the goat stink eye and then kicked me in the face.

Twice.

To add insult to injury she smeared my face with mud. (Yes, we’re going to call it ‘mud’, because again it was very early and to contemplate having my face smeared with something other than mud at this time was not acceptable.) She finished responding to my ‘rescue efforts’ by letting loose with a goat rebel yell. Apparently, I had mis-interpreted her earlier yell. It was not “help, I’m stuck”, rather it appeared to be the goat kid version of “hold my beer and watch this”. She was not appreciative of my efforts.  I had derailed her moment of glory and she was less than pleased with me.

It is definitely a Monday morning on the farm.

Beauty’s triple trouble gang.