Alpha Skipper

Skipper has always been the alpha male here at Sadie Lady Farm. He showed our angus bull calfs who was boss when they first arrived. They stay away from him even though they out weigh him now. He's let Sadie know that the pasture's his territory and she's welcome to come it, but don't expect to be my long lost dog friend.

So it was a little surprising tonight. He wasn't sure what to do about the goats. Cathy (Jeff's sister) and her husband Cal are down for the weekend and they went out with us at milking time to see all the animals. It was still a fiasco. We still don't know what we're doing or the best way to go about doing what we don't know how to do. 

So we gave Tess her little bit of horse treat in a far corner of the paddock, Skipper and Peanut got theirs a little closer to the barn. And I started rounding up goats in the barn. Well the goats didn't want to be rounded up. All three of them have come to the conclusion that the horses get better meals than they do (by the way, the horses think the goat kibble is better than the stuff they get). So next thing we know, three goats and one horse, SKIPPER, are eating out of the same feed trough. This goes on for a minute, then Skipper realizes his feed level is rapidly decreasing and it's not all going in his stomach. So he backs up a step and looks at them, like "when did you all show up?" Then he lays his ears back but the goats don't notice it, their too busy eating his dinner. He looks over at me with this expression on his face like "How did this happen? Do I have to put up with this?"

Those soft brown eyes get me every time. I swopped up his feed trough while Jeff wrangled the goats into a stall. I gave Skipper some kind words and a thank you for being such a gentleman with such rude barn mates and a little bit more horse feed, with goat feed dressing!