Friday, February 5, 2016


We call her Pessa.  She came to live with us in 2009 and we were told she was 1 1/2 years old.  Looking back I wonder if that was really true because her udder and hooves looked like a much older goat.  It doesn't really matter because we love her and she's been a wonderful goat in so many ways.  This is her in 2009.
Even back then she was a big girl.  Now she's become a VERY big girl, and that's being kind.  Sometimes I call her fat pessa.  I know that's not nice.  It's true though.  She eats all the same things all the other goats eat but like some humans, she has a low metabolism, I guess.  Poor girl.  Or as they say in the south, "bless her heart".  

Today the goats followed me to see if there was better hay than what I'd given them near the milk barn.  Pessa was the caboose by a long run.  Usually Cooper is in the back with her.  He's a bag of bones - just the opposite of Pessa.  The cold goes right through him but the sun was shining today so he was in better form.  It almost hurts to watch Pessa walk.  I hope she's pregnant because if she isn't it's a very sad situation, as you can see in this video.

I'm thinking that next year I need to retire her so she doesn't have to carry any extra weight of babies. Where most of my other goats are needy, Pessa is a stoic, reserved girl who has never caused problems, who drops babies without blinking an eye, dumps a gallon of milk in the pail and never moves a foot to spill milk. I couldn't ask for an easier milker.  I hope she hangs around a lot longer.

I should blog about each of my goats because they all have such different personalities.

1 comment:

  1. AHHH . . . she looks like she has a whole nursery school in there. Pretty mama.