Tell me about Goats?

rabatsa said:
We got given a pedigree goat as a wedding present, not easy to give that one away without it being noticed :).

One goat became many goats and I bred and showed them. Everytime the car needed taxing or insuring I would sell a goat to pay for it. Life took over and the goats had to go. I then got a part time job milking goats, 700 when I started and 10 years later I was milking 4,000.

Would I have goats again? No. I now keep sheep instead, far less trouble and not as time consuming.
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Lord, that is a lot!! Did you just do the milking? Who did all the feet??
 
Esmae said:
Lord, that is a lot!! Did you just do the milking? Who did all the feet??
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I only milked, they are milked three times a day. A contractor comes in every few weeks and spends a day or two running them through a turnover crush and foot trims with vacuum shears.

The goats use out of parlour feeders, they live in batches of up to 200 and are housed full time. The feeder is at one end of the shed and they enter at one side and exit on the other, they then have to travel the full length of the building and back before being able to stuff their faces on concentrates again.

There are several full time staff to wait on them hand and foot.
 
A work colleague once jokingly told me to get baby goats because then any day I'd really had enough of office politics, I could tell my manager I needed to leave early because I was having problems with the kids! :)

As cute as they look on you tube, after this thread I think I'll skip that suggestion!
 
Kunoichi73 said:
A work colleague once jokingly told me to get baby goats because then any day I'd really had enough of office politics, I could tell my manager I needed to leave early because I was having problems with the kids! :)

As cute as they look on you tube, after this thread I think I'll skip that suggestion!
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The lady who did the rearing of the youngstock got a visit by the council as she put kid minder on her census form and they thought that she was an unregistered child minder.
 
The Alpine goats are entertaining.

A few years ago, a whole bunch of us from my uni mountaineering club were in the Italian Alps. Val di Mello if anyone knows it. Anyway, OH, myself, and another friend, called Mark, went on a hike above the Gianetti hut. OH and I stayed overnight in the hut. Mark bivvied with some other people in the club (who were climbing a peak called Piz Cengalo). The next day, we scrambled up to a col (and Italian maps being what they are, an easy ridge on a map is actually a 6A rock climb), then couldn't go further because we were not prepared to do 80m of 6A. We returned to the Gianetti to find that goats had raided the bivvy spot. They had eaten part of Mark's sleeping bag, another guy's bivvy bag, and a third friend's leather wallet, leaving all the credit cards and cash strewn about on the boulder field. Mark said that they ran away when he recovered his gear, which he laid out on the hut's helipad to despair over the damage. The other party was still out, as they were doing a long, technical multi-pitch rock climb, and we debated whether or not the goats would continue to eat their stuff and if we should be good friends and rescue it.

We hiked up to the bivvy spot. The goats had returned, more determined than ever. We had to run and scream to chase them off, then we gathered the gear, including collecting the credit cards and cash scattered around the mountain, and ferried it to the hut. The hut custodian kindly stowed it for our friends' return, though he did p$ss himself laughing.
 
rabatsa said:
The best beef stroganoff that I have ever made and served to guests was made from a 2yr old female goat. When on his third helping a friends husband learnt that he was eating Stacey, I don't think that he ever forgave me.
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I didn't tell my sons that we were eating Basil Bolognese until they had cleared their plates. It is wonderful roasted with rosemary and garlic studded under the skin.
 
Caol Ila said:
The Alpine goats are entertaining.

A few years ago, a whole bunch of us from my uni mountaineering club were in the Italian Alps. Val di Mello if anyone knows it. Anyway, OH, myself, and another friend, called Mark, went on a hike above the Gianetti hut. OH and I stayed overnight in the hut. Mark bivvied with some other people in the club (who were climbing a peak called Piz Cengalo). The next day, we scrambled up to a col (and Italian maps being what they are, an easy ridge on a map is actually a 6A rock climb), then couldn't go further because we were not prepared to do 80m of 6A. We returned to the Gianetti to find that goats had raided the bivvy spot. They had eaten part of Mark's sleeping bag, another guy's bivvy bag, and a third friend's leather wallet, leaving all the credit cards and cash strewn about on the boulder field. Mark said that they ran away when he recovered his gear, which he laid out on the hut's helipad to despair over the damage. The other party was still out, as they were doing a long, technical multi-pitch rock climb, and we debated whether or not the goats would continue to eat their stuff and if we should be good friends and rescue it.

We hiked up to the bivvy spot. The goats had returned, more determined than ever. We had to run and scream to chase them off, then we gathered the gear, including collecting the credit cards and cash scattered around the mountain, and ferried it to the hut. The hut custodian kindly stowed it for our friends' return, though he did p$ss himself laughing.
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I still don't understand why you didn't eat the little feckers.
 
As all of above, we had 5 at work used to milk them every day, nice and calm but also have been to stables to fit saddles etc and the resident pygmy goats jumped in to the back of my jeep and started eating my flock and my coat!
Just out of interest, the strangest thing I have had to make in the 35 years I've been a saddler was, a goat condom!
Oz
 
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