Heading down for the mail yesterday, I heard the thunder of hoof beats behind me as the goat girls dashed together as a herd, following my progress until I turned to watch them.
The alpacas are extremely playful these days. They will all chase each other around the pasture, or chase whoever is handy. I’ve seen the cria Spencer romping lightly after BullyBob. The poor ol’ goat was running full out; he is used to being the bully, not being bullied. With his twisted horns and stinky yellow-brown face, he approached me for help and I became his safety zone.
Today it was Denise the goat who was flirting the most through the fence. Come dinnertime I brought her into the boys’ area and tried to set up a dinner date for her with Whiskey. BullyBob, of course, was hot on the doe’s heels, but I pulled him up short before he could enter her stall. Denise wound up spending dinnertime with three of our fainter boys: Whiskey, little Joshua, and the junior horndog Brad Pitt.
Molly the momma dog appears to be in heat again as well. With nine fast-growing puppies on her heels, and her weight down after momma-ing so many pups, we are doing all that we can to keep Luther the papa dog away from Miss Molly. The puppies flow between both parents, and spend a good deal of time tailing us around the farm, and chasing the geese and chickens with enthusiasm.
Even little Spencer is feeling the fever of love. In addition to his exuberant romping, I’m sensing that he’s coming of age and experiencing his first sexual awakening.
Thank goodness we have no male horses on the property! We enjoy watching the mares romp around their respective areas, running, bucking, and kicking when the autumn breezes tickle them into action. And Janet, the filly, is becoming much more vocal; her little high-pitched whinny echoes out from their pasture numerous times a day.
I love the fall, and it appears that I’m in good company. So kick up your heels and join us!
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