There’s a new buck in our lives. Zacheus has joined our farm to help our Mini Nubian goats give birth to even better babies next spring.
Zach is a big boy. Well, compared to our girls and to our relatively-young boys. But Zach doesn’t strut around like the big guy on the farm. He’s a gentle giant. He sort of hums – he calls out rather quietly, asking for companionship and affection. He’s under quarantine – health observation – while he’s new here. I’m his friend. He has such a gentle voice for such a big guy. “Uhhh. Uhhh.” Kona isn’t quite Zach’s friend, but he doesn’t leave Zach alone, either. Kona has been staying near the barn, keeping Zach company, or maybe making sure Zach doesn’t escape to steal Kona’s girls. I dunno. I spend time with Zach, welcoming him to our farm, making sure he’s safe and comfortable. On my way in, and on my way out, Kona runs to me. “Love me!” Kona wants equal time. “You had time for the new guy! Make time for me!”
Bucks are a special kind of yuck. They are sweet (I only deal in nice boys), but they are bucks. They are big and strong and virile. They smell like bucks. But they’re raised with extra human love, and they want pets and scratches even when they’re stinky.
I love our boys. They give our girls lovely babies. They are charming boys in their own right. They just want love. We love when our girls want love. It’s not the boys’ fault that their natural behaviors make them stinky. But, well, I don’t particularly want them stinking things up. So I scratch behind their ears – with my washable hands – and I stand back and talk nice to them – but I try to avoid too much contact.
The gentle giant wants lots of scratches behind the ears. He’s big, strong, mature – but he’s a lovable vulnerable baby in a new home. He’s a little scared and a little confused and a lot stinky.
Well, he’ll give us lovely babies next spring. If I can work through cold rain, I can give comfort to a stinky boy in his new home. I make extra visits to the buck barn now. “Hi, Zach.” “Hi, KoKo.” “Good boys.” Zach is extra diary. He’s got amazing coloring, like a designer sweater or blanket. He’s loaded with good genetics, and I can hardly wait 6 months to meet the new kids.