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I was born this spring on a farm
in Fruitland Washington. My
daddy is Atlas, a big Boer buck;
my mommy is Rose Red, a red
Spanish doe. Here I am on my
birthday with my brother and my
momma. I'm the baby with the
brown spots.
in Fruitland Washington. My
daddy is Atlas, a big Boer buck;
my mommy is Rose Red, a red
Spanish doe. Here I am on my
birthday with my brother and my
momma. I'm the baby with the
brown spots.
This is the Story of Stevie.
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II love the farm, we get to roam on
35 acres and eat grass all day. My
human mom also gives us grain and
alfalfa when it’s stormy outside. You
see goats hate anything that falls
from the sky. We don’t mind playing
and laying in snow as long as it’s not
falling on us. Life is good here!
My favorite pastime is jumping. I
like to jump straight up in the air! I
also like to jump off big rocks.
35 acres and eat grass all day. My
human mom also gives us grain and
alfalfa when it’s stormy outside. You
see goats hate anything that falls
from the sky. We don’t mind playing
and laying in snow as long as it’s not
falling on us. Life is good here!
My favorite pastime is jumping. I
like to jump straight up in the air! I
also like to jump off big rocks.
Here I am, Super Stevie the goat, hunting the tall
grasses of the Serengeti, in search of food. I see
myself as the great hunter. As I quietly move through
the grass, I come upon a creature resting calmly. I
move quietly closer, watching to see that they don’t
notice me. Once I get close, I make my move, pouncing
out of the grass onto my prey. Wait! that’s my mom
resting quietly in the tall grass. She’s not happy with
me … so-o I move on continuing my search for food.
Mom laughs at me; she says the tall grasses are my
food. She has no imagination! I think I’ll try to sneak up
on my brother and pounce on him……..
grasses of the Serengeti, in search of food. I see
myself as the great hunter. As I quietly move through
the grass, I come upon a creature resting calmly. I
move quietly closer, watching to see that they don’t
notice me. Once I get close, I make my move, pouncing
out of the grass onto my prey. Wait! that’s my mom
resting quietly in the tall grass. She’s not happy with
me … so-o I move on continuing my search for food.
Mom laughs at me; she says the tall grasses are my
food. She has no imagination! I think I’ll try to sneak up
on my brother and pounce on him……..
See me with my new doeling friend.
She stirs something in me. I’m singing
to her. I have a wonderful voice and
song. She wasn’t impressed! What’s
a buckling to do to get some attention
from the doelings?
She stirs something in me. I’m singing
to her. I have a wonderful voice and
song. She wasn’t impressed! What’s
a buckling to do to get some attention
from the doelings?
Today it happened! It’s the worse thing that
could happen to a baby buckling. It’s ‘the
procedure’. Now I won’t be able to sing my
wonderful song to the little doelings any more. I
cried and cried, but they would not spare me.
Now the other goats are going to call me ‘a
wether’. No crueler words could be spoken!
could happen to a baby buckling. It’s ‘the
procedure’. Now I won’t be able to sing my
wonderful song to the little doelings any more. I
cried and cried, but they would not spare me.
Now the other goats are going to call me ‘a
wether’. No crueler words could be spoken!
My farm dad wants to keep me on the farm. But
my farm mom says everyone on the farm has to
earn money for their keep so I can stay on the
farm if I can earn my keep!
Since I've had the ‘procedure’. What can a little
wether do?
my farm mom says everyone on the farm has to
earn money for their keep so I can stay on the
farm if I can earn my keep!
Since I've had the ‘procedure’. What can a little
wether do?
Goal
$150.00
$125.00
$100.00
$ 75.00
$ 50.00
$ 25.00
$150.00
$125.00
$100.00
$ 75.00
$ 50.00
$ 25.00
I
I
Will work for food!
I'm accepting donations to help me stay on the farm.
Something small like $1.00- $5.00.
$150.00 will buy a ton of alfalfa and I will have fed my
goat friends for a month.
As you can see, my benefactor has started the
donations with $25.00 and he got to name me. Will you
be so kind to help out a little buckling, oops, wether.
Something small like $1.00- $5.00.
$150.00 will buy a ton of alfalfa and I will have fed my
goat friends for a month.
As you can see, my benefactor has started the
donations with $25.00 and he got to name me. Will you
be so kind to help out a little buckling, oops, wether.
| Eric the Red |
This is a story about a friend of mine named Eric.
He said to me, “I'm much maligned and even outlawed in many towns and cities.”but I have purpose and
responsibilities! It's my responsibility to wake the ladies and get the day started. It's the early bird that
gets the worm, you know.
Not only the worm but also other herbivores that keep our bodies strong and I understand the folks here
don't like their vegetables with parts eaten. We are especially fond of grasshoppers and I think they do
great damage to crops. So, we please the folks and insure the health of our next generation with bright
orange yolks. It's my task to be sure the eggs will bring forth chicks. Some think that is my only purpose
and that's all I”m good for, but they should sit down and watch me sometime. I'm busy every minute.
It's my responsibility to protect the others. I give warning when I see hawks or other flying foul that will try
to carry off the babies or even a small mother. I let them know they need to find a bush or someplace to
hide right away.
I make a gentle clucking sound when I find a source of food and the others come running. I have some
and leave the rest for them.
Probably one of my most important responsibilities is to protect the others from dangerous animals on the
ground. One day all was quiet, when a pick up drove up to visit the folks. They went inside and from the
back of the pick up a large black dog came flying down with his teeth shining. I squawked and the
squawking hens all flew everywhere and the dog started for them. I ran out in front of them and jumped
up and tried to spur the dog. I got some blood on his nose but he pulled the feathers from my beautiful tail
and bit my wing. About that time the folks came running from inside the house and the dog put his tail
between his legs and crouched down. I went to my roost and stayed there three or four days. I hurt
everywhere but I knew I would be alright in time. I had saved all the hens and was given praise but I still
ached everywhere.
So if you have hens you need to have a rooster as well. If you don't get a rooster one of the hens may
take my role and begin to crow and keep watch and find food for the others but she will never be as
effective nor really take my place.
By Virginia Kingston
He said to me, “I'm much maligned and even outlawed in many towns and cities.”but I have purpose and
responsibilities! It's my responsibility to wake the ladies and get the day started. It's the early bird that
gets the worm, you know.
Not only the worm but also other herbivores that keep our bodies strong and I understand the folks here
don't like their vegetables with parts eaten. We are especially fond of grasshoppers and I think they do
great damage to crops. So, we please the folks and insure the health of our next generation with bright
orange yolks. It's my task to be sure the eggs will bring forth chicks. Some think that is my only purpose
and that's all I”m good for, but they should sit down and watch me sometime. I'm busy every minute.
It's my responsibility to protect the others. I give warning when I see hawks or other flying foul that will try
to carry off the babies or even a small mother. I let them know they need to find a bush or someplace to
hide right away.
I make a gentle clucking sound when I find a source of food and the others come running. I have some
and leave the rest for them.
Probably one of my most important responsibilities is to protect the others from dangerous animals on the
ground. One day all was quiet, when a pick up drove up to visit the folks. They went inside and from the
back of the pick up a large black dog came flying down with his teeth shining. I squawked and the
squawking hens all flew everywhere and the dog started for them. I ran out in front of them and jumped
up and tried to spur the dog. I got some blood on his nose but he pulled the feathers from my beautiful tail
and bit my wing. About that time the folks came running from inside the house and the dog put his tail
between his legs and crouched down. I went to my roost and stayed there three or four days. I hurt
everywhere but I knew I would be alright in time. I had saved all the hens and was given praise but I still
ached everywhere.
So if you have hens you need to have a rooster as well. If you don't get a rooster one of the hens may
take my role and begin to crow and keep watch and find food for the others but she will never be as
effective nor really take my place.
By Virginia Kingston
