“Hi”, everyone, “My name is Pete”, and I am here to say “Happy Birthday” to our keeper’s friend.
You see, today is her birthday, and I wanted her to know that I really love her.
Me, I am what you humans call “a loner”. I really don’t hang out with any one goat at the ranch. I usually just keep to myself. I came to live on the ranch 3 years ago. My sister, Ace, and I were living with some people that really did not do much with us. They bought us when we were just old enough to leave our mom. At their house, each day, we were put out on a rope to eat. At night, we stayed in a little fenced area they called a kennel. I guess we were not eating things fast enough because one day, the man of the house said we needed to go. Thankfully, he called the goat lady, our keeper. She came out to see us and let him know that there was a place for us at her barn. We were loaded into a truck and away we went. I admit that I was scared and shaking, but my sis told me it would be alright.
At first, it WAS scary. At the barn were lots of goats and they had all made their own friends and hung out in little groups. There seemed to be no place for my sis and I. Soon my sister made friends with some of the other girls, and it was all over. My sis became too busy for me. But, the goat lady was nice. We all got good food and fresh water. She let me know that when I got big enough I would go and help clear land. Now this worried me – Not a rope again!
I remembered that when my sis and I had been tied out before, we could not be near each other or lay down together because she was on one rope and I, on another. Sometimes we could not even see each other. I became frightened when our new keeper told me this, and I started worrying. But…not to worry… I learned we would never be put out on a rope. I did have to get used to electric fences. Uh, oh!
And out of the barn she went calling all of the goats to the field. There I had my first encounter with the fences. Now don’t get me wrong, I do NOT want to go back to a rope, but the first time that I tried to eat something that was on the other side of the fence, it bit me. Yes, the fence bites! You would never know it to look at it, but you only need to get bit once to never try for something on the other side again.
So anyway…back to my original story… Our keeper took us out on a job. It was fun – lots of blackberries and tall grass to eat. The goat lady gets into the fenced area too, with clippers. That is always fun. I learned that if she is cutting, keep an eye on her. She’ll pull down some good stuff to munch on.
Well, the owner of the land came out to help. She started pulling things down for us to eat too. Now, I didn’t know her, but I am no fool. Food is food! I found out that if I showed her attention she would feed me. Well, this worked for me! Sometimes when everyone else went off eating… I just stayed behind and waited…soon Eileen comes out to our barn. (Well, they call it a trailer but it is our barn away from home – I think humans call theirs camp trailers.) Anyway, she comes out to see what I am doing and brings me treats. She even made up silly songs to sing to me. Lucky for me, our goat lady and Eileen became friends. We get to go to her house and help eat brush from time to time.
Now, today is her birthday and I bought her a present. Well, the goat lady got it, but I let her know what I wanted. After all, I work. I don’t lay around and do nothing, so I should be allowed to spend some of the money that we earn on a little something for Eileen.
I bought her a BIG bag of ANIMAL CRACKERS! Woo Hoo, Yesss! This will be great! I LOVE them, and now when I come to visit, I have my own sack of treats! You must understand, the gift is that she gets to feed them to me. That makes her happy and it makes me happy. I just love this lady!
So HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Eileen, from Pete.