Baby Goat named: JoJo Bucket

The new baby has been named JoJo Bucket. He is named after his uncle/half-brother Cotton Ear Joe, whom we called JoJo. He got the Bucket from his immediate love of the feed bucket. I gave him a nice manger area, but he far prefered dumping over the bucket and laying in it. He is the boldest baby we have ever raised. He doesn't care where mom Sarah is, he wants to be with the people because they have the fingers required to scratch his ears. Sometimes is drives Sarah crazy.

One day Sarah was bleating outside the barn, and I couldn't find JoJo Bucket anywhere. I checked all over the barn, and even got Charles out of bed early to help find him. I looked between the hay stack and the barn wall, in all the outdoor shelters, in the old barn. Charles rechecked the stalls in the barn, the wood stack, the side of the barn that we use to store big stuff - then he just turned around and there was JoJo Bucket stood in the middle of the barn, like he'd been there all along. I found his hiding place a couple of days later: he was under a little trailer in the barn, so low that he has to crawl under it.

The goat that we processed this spring (JoJo) is turning out to be a real treat. Every way we have eaten goat meat has been delicious - burgers, meatballs, roast and sausages. Some people might not like to read this but JoJo Bucket will share the same destiny. Because he was sired by his own grandfather - which is not the end of the world, but also not the best situation - we don't want to sell him for breeding. He will supply meat for our family, which is, I think, the most noble thing an animal can do.