True fact: Goats do not make good surprise 50th birthday gifts.
They're cute, that's for sure. But when you don't live on acreage and instead in a more urban setting, they aren't really a good addition to the backyard crew.
This little goat is currently named Bill. That will probably change, because the worst thing you can name is a male goat is Bill or Billy. It's like naming a black dog Midnight.
He is 3-mos-old and intolerably cute. He's a Boer mix and will have handsome horns when older. We would like to adopt him out - he's very personable and adoptable. He would like to go to a home with land and other goats. We will neuter him but will not dehorn him.
So, if you know of anyone in the northern California area who wants to adopt a companion (as in do not eat me) goat, let me know. There's an adoption fee and form to fill out.
Anyway, goats rule. They're not my favorite ruminant, but it's hard to resist a baby goat with a piece of straw sticking out of his mouth. He's on twice a day feedings and, as evidenced by the picture, trying his stomach out with some inedible straw. HE LIKES TO SLEEP IN YOUR LAP. Pretty precious.