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I had such a long day.
So, I had spent all day cleaning away chicken poop, shovelling manure onto a dump trailer, and scrubbing floors. I was walking up the hill towards the upper animal hospital, when i see my housemate Kristi. She was on her day off, walking about the farm,taking photos of animals.
Me: "Hey, whatchya up to?"
Kristi: "Just about to go into the goat barn."
Me: "Ah. I don't go in there...TJ scares me."
Kristi: "Well if you want you can come in there with me and I'll introduce you to the other goats."
Seemed like a good idea.
So, background information:
Tj, the goat, is all of the following things:
- 350 pounds
- fucking HUGE
- the leader of his herd
- rescued from a cruelty case
- NOT fond of people.
Tj, also has the biggest goat horns I think I've ever seen.
So, Kristi and I are in the goat barn, and everything seems like it's going fine. Tj is a safe distance away from me and I'm surrounded by happy, friendly, tail-wagging goats who are entirely comfortable with me, a human, rubbing their necks and scratching their backs.
Then I turn around and see...Clark, a small white goat, has somehow managed to get his head stuck INSIDE the wooden thingies we put the hay in for the goats. My first reaction was "Uh...that's a bad thing, isn't it?"
Kristi and I go over, try to free him. Nope, he's pretty thoroughly stuck. So she goes to get help. I'm left alone. With the goats.
TJ does not like to have people or goats near the food for too long. He was also eyeing Clark in a way I wasn't fond of.
So I'm thinking to himself....Ok....if TJ butts Clark, Clark could suffer a neck injury because of his head being stuck.
And TJ...is approaching.
I figure, okay, maybe I can shoo him away. TJ was about to get right up to Clark when....he looks up at me.
Meep.
I grab him by the horn, and try to lead him away from Clark...
WHAM!!
I'm smacked in the chest by his horns.
I go running, TJ decides he's bored and goes outside to graze, leaving me again alone with Clark. Finally another housemate of mine shows up, and together we take all the hay out of the wooden thing and gently guide Clark's head out of the gap.
Disaster averted! Yay!
I spent a few more minutes petting goats, and off I went to go scoop more poop. Ahh what a day.
Afterwards:
me: "TJ laid the beats on me today."
Housemate: "Nah he was just showing who is boss. If he laid the beats on you, you'd be dead or in the hospital right now."
Me: "Oh. That's uh.....reassuring....ish...."
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I feel I should end with this tale with "and they all lived happily ever after. FIN!"
So, I had spent all day cleaning away chicken poop, shovelling manure onto a dump trailer, and scrubbing floors. I was walking up the hill towards the upper animal hospital, when i see my housemate Kristi. She was on her day off, walking about the farm,taking photos of animals.
Me: "Hey, whatchya up to?"
Kristi: "Just about to go into the goat barn."
Me: "Ah. I don't go in there...TJ scares me."
Kristi: "Well if you want you can come in there with me and I'll introduce you to the other goats."
Seemed like a good idea.
So, background information:
Tj, the goat, is all of the following things:
- 350 pounds
- fucking HUGE
- the leader of his herd
- rescued from a cruelty case
- NOT fond of people.
Tj, also has the biggest goat horns I think I've ever seen.
So, Kristi and I are in the goat barn, and everything seems like it's going fine. Tj is a safe distance away from me and I'm surrounded by happy, friendly, tail-wagging goats who are entirely comfortable with me, a human, rubbing their necks and scratching their backs.
Then I turn around and see...Clark, a small white goat, has somehow managed to get his head stuck INSIDE the wooden thingies we put the hay in for the goats. My first reaction was "Uh...that's a bad thing, isn't it?"
Kristi and I go over, try to free him. Nope, he's pretty thoroughly stuck. So she goes to get help. I'm left alone. With the goats.
TJ does not like to have people or goats near the food for too long. He was also eyeing Clark in a way I wasn't fond of.
So I'm thinking to himself....Ok....if TJ butts Clark, Clark could suffer a neck injury because of his head being stuck.
And TJ...is approaching.
I figure, okay, maybe I can shoo him away. TJ was about to get right up to Clark when....he looks up at me.
Meep.
I grab him by the horn, and try to lead him away from Clark...
WHAM!!
I'm smacked in the chest by his horns.
I go running, TJ decides he's bored and goes outside to graze, leaving me again alone with Clark. Finally another housemate of mine shows up, and together we take all the hay out of the wooden thing and gently guide Clark's head out of the gap.
Disaster averted! Yay!
I spent a few more minutes petting goats, and off I went to go scoop more poop. Ahh what a day.
Afterwards:
me: "TJ laid the beats on me today."
Housemate: "Nah he was just showing who is boss. If he laid the beats on you, you'd be dead or in the hospital right now."
Me: "Oh. That's uh.....reassuring....ish...."
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I feel I should end with this tale with "and they all lived happily ever after. FIN!"