I have been frustrated that Mocha isn’t cooperative the last couple days. I call her, and she doesn’t come to me. I go to get her, and she runs away. I’m exasperated with her.
And it hit me tonight – I did Preventive Maintenance Service (PMS) on her over the weekend. Toenail clipping, udder trimming, nutritional supplements – the works. And some farms have mentioned to me that a goat I was going to see on their farm was acting up after shots or hoof trimming. They say it casually, like it’s the most normal thing in the world. Some little part of my brain accepts this without question. Without thinking about it.
Duh. Mocha’s being squirrelly because of the PMS. Our goats don’t usually do that. I mean, yeah, Fudge is crazy. I expect her to be weird. But that’s her personality. Mocha has a sweet personality. She loves attention and affection. And suddenly she doesn’t.
I realized this, standing in the middle of the barn, and looked down at three other goats who also had PMS this weekend, leaning in for pets, being their normal lovey selves. Even Fudge wasn’t crazier than normal. Sweetie hardly knows us, but she loves getting petted, even after the weekend of maintenance work.
As I closed up for the night, Maggie tried to sneak through the milk gate, one last try to get back in, even after completely flipping out about hoof trimming over the weekend.
Ice is our worst goat. She’s FINALLY coming around a little. She looks completely confused. She looks at me with big hopeful eyes, like maybe I’ll give her a cookie and a pet. I trimmed her hooves over the weekend, plenty of drama, but not as bad as Maggie. When I sent her back to the barn, she paused on the milk stand, picked up each foot, one at a time, put them down, and then looked at them. Phil thought she looked happy with her “new shoes.” A look of wonder. “Huh. So, humans, although slow and dangerous behind the wheel, can serve a useful purpose!”
I don’t know why some goats get over maintenance so quickly, and others take it as a personal affront. Maggie really flipped out, but she’s still trying to get back in for more milk stand time. When a goat gets all, “don’t touch me!” I squat down nearby and call them over. They know I can’t chase very well if I’m squatted down. They usually come over and let me make up with them. Mocha did come over, but she didn’t enjoy it very much. So I’ll just let her get over it. The other goats are happy to take Mocha’s turn at getting petted.