Peeper, the farm mascot.

I've always wanted a Nigerian Dwarf goat. I find that they're cute. 

They look like mini goats, not like Pygmies that look more like a barrel with 4 legs.

So a friend of mine raises these cuties and she offered one to me.

We really couldn't afford it right now, so we bartered.

We disbud and band her goats so we traded the goat for services.

You gotta like that!

The little thing doesn't eat much.

I'm used to feeding a large scoop to each goat twice a day.

The first time I fed him I gave him a whole scoop of grain.

I think he figured he had died and gone to goat heaven...

till I realized what I had done and scooped some out.

But I mean, come on! Look at that face! You just want to feed it all the time.

It's soooo cute.

When we first got him, he was ALL boy. ( He's only 3 months old)

But we are slowly changing that, or the band around his testicles is anyway.

Until he loses his manhood he can't go outside or Pisnak will beat the poop out of him. Because I mean testosterone is testosterone. Doesn't matter if you're standard size buck or three apples high buck. But needless to say Pisnak would win.

So we bring him for walks everyday until he loses his manliness.

Then we'll start introducing him to the rest of the gang.

We have already started introducing him. 

Maggie hates him and Azelle loves him. Maybe she thinks it's her baby.

Bear the guardian finds him amusing.

Peeper tried to attack Bear. 

Bear was like, "Really? Seriously? Come on, my paw is bigger than your head!"

Oh well. In a few months they'll all be one happy family.

I would have blogged Peeper earlier, but I've been having issues with Blogger...again.

But today they were resolved.

Have a Blessed Day.

Lisa