A friend came over and brought a small truckload of camera gear with him. I had offered our great room, goats, and yes even myself for him as subjects for his new camera lens. Our previous portrait shot had gone very well, so I thought it would be fun to sit (stand, half-kneel while being nibbled on by goats) for him to photograph. I have lot of thoughts about self-esteem and photography now, too, that I would like to get onto blog at some point (but not in a public post, thankyouverymuch). Anyway, since I know my goats are cute, I'm mostly interested in whether he caught some of the more amusing llama moments. At one point, Hercules was chasing Dahlia around; later he tried the same trick on Alys. Herc also took some time for a dust bath - inconvenient, since my friend was on the other end of the field doing Baby Dot photos. I hope he gets a gallery up and/or gives me copies and permissions for some of those photos. But really, it was just a lot of fun to watch someone spend hours on my goats without needing me to even be there to encourage him.
I have had plenty of people come by to visit and admire the goats, and more are on the calendar. Besides my friend and his tons and tons of goat and llama photos, I've had two other visits already, and have more coming up.
This morning, the doorbell rang, which is an odd enough occurrance around here for me to be startled. My visitors were one of the next-door neighbor's grandsons and a friend of his, who had come to ask properly (yay!) if they could pet my goats. They enjoyed the kids and moms, but thought the boy goats were really the bomb. Sancho came in for his share of admiration too, since he "looks like a real goat" in ways that are quite easy to understand. The visiting boys from the S-household were probably in 3rd or 4th grade, and had very intelligent questions for me, regarding breeding (let's hear it for farm kids!), horn growth, weaning ages, and fencing types.
In between rain storms this afternoon, gsh and mtnwlf came by to get pounced and nibbled on by Bernard and Apollo. Bernard decided that, if gsh wouldn't let him chew on his pants, than Bernard would use gsh's leg for target practice. Bernard aimed his little horns on the side of gsh's calf and proceeded to SHOVE SHOVE SHOVE gsh around in a semi-circle.
The folks who purchased Ria, Maggy, Kagan and Julius last year are have an appointment tomorrow to interview Apollo, and might be convinced to take a couple more home. Since last year they only planned on two and took four, I'm curious to see if they are planning on two and take one, or what exactly the mathematics will be when they have seen everyone this year.
Another friend might make it over soon, to see how everyone has grown and changed since he was here for this photo session in March. (That's his hand on Bernard's back.) If I'm a total glutton for people, Baobh and her hubby are also on my list of people to lure back out here with baby goats and general cuteness.
I know I've mentioned it before: breeding for personality certainly is showing results. Apollo and Bernard are both get from Loki our lap-goat. Yes, boys are usually more sociable than girls, but these two are more like puppies than goats in their mouthy, pouncy mannerisms.
Despite the handicap of being a girl and being smaller than everyone except Hopper, and compliments of a large handful of animal crackers, Dot-goat is taming down quite well. This is moving her up in the keep/sell list to the point that she very well may join her sister Anna on the stick-around for a while list. ::smile:: I'm a sucker for a cutie goat baby who wants to nibble my fingers.