Monday, October 29, 2007

Pack Goats were designed by grandchildren (Part 2)



Another family stopped by to help with with chores. Snacks for the Black Hills Pack Goats and hugs for the cats.


...except Harney the goat wanted to re-negotiate who got cookies and who got the hugs, after he gulped down his fig cookie and saw a cat getting hugged in stead of him.

Sunday, October 28, 2007

Pack Goats were designed by grandchildren (Part 1)

Today we were excited to have new friends come visit. The two youngsters and their mom and dad hiked with us in the forest for 1/2 mile then we fed the goats their bottles. The goats also showed everyone two 30-ft. deep caves we found last week in the cliffs just a few hundred yards from the house.

Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Playing a South Dakota stringed instrument by ear






Our new friend Dave stopped by during archery hunting season to give us private lessons in mastering his favorite stringed instrument, the hunting bow. Note Kate playing it "by ear."

Dave is a high-tech savvy hunter: fiber optic sights, light weight carbon fiber noise canceling bow, full-pull force relaxation, 12-second self-erecting blind, LED-lighted arrows so he can retrieve arrows after dark, after his hunting partners can get their shots off too. He is a natural teacher, too. But most of all, Dave is an expert on deer behavior.


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-Lee

Sunday, October 21, 2007

Fall Chores






I had been waiting all year for a chance to put in a fence across the back acreage boundary with the National Forest. Near there, Kate had unearthed a large rock a year ago and was anxious to move it the few hundred yards to the goat corral for play time. Things went great until the final ten feet when Kate's work was supervised by one dog, two cats and three goats. For more information please visit http://www.over-the-hills.com/ or call us at 605.863.0806.

Saturday, October 13, 2007

Moving on Up

Black Hills Pack Goats is moving on up and on its way! Custer is ready to pack out 1 box of kleenex and three helium balloons. . . . but it's progress!

Thursday, October 11, 2007

Sylvan Goes Postal







Well, fellow pack goat folks said this day would come. This morning Sylvan took me on. (Bringing in to question whether the surgery 3 days ago really did 'finish the job.')


I had decided today was the day to begin more rigorous enforcement of civility and discipline among the clamorous, demanding goats while each waited his turn to bottle feed. I had to get pretty rough. Nay, brutal. That's when Sylvan refuted his namesake. He did not agree with my decision on which order to feed the goats. (That is a huge topic in all goats' social structure.)


After I pushed Sylvan away harshly at one point and shouted "Get back!" he stared me in the eye while back stepping slowly, methodically, about 4 paces. With each slow step backward he stared more sternly at me lowering his head more each step. Then he raised his head in a wind-up motion, and lunged. I mean reeeelly lunged. Butted my leg hard!


I knew the time had come. This must be addressed immediately, firmly. I sat down, threw him down on his side next to me, covered his neck with my leg and held his legs with my hands. He went nuts. Shouting to his brothers. "Hey! See this? Goat abuse. This guy's gone nuts. Get him off me!" He screamed and hollered, pushed, pulled and strained, then bleated out some more dieing screams. He was suffering a violent death (of embarrassment) and wanted the entire planet to know it. But I held on tight so he could not move. This must be taken to its conclusion, or he'd be heck to deal with later. His three brothers crowded around pushing and shoving, confused and frightened.



After three minutes Sylvan regained his namesake. He relented, relaxed and rested. Went absolutely limp. I petted and rubbed him a couple minutes then let him up.


He was a new Sylvan.


In fact, the whole darn bunch of them just acted different on the hike we started on right then. My colleagues were right...it helps to do it in front of the others.


Anyway, Sylvan and I got along fine. He was gentle and responsive. He was suddenly Mr. Charming. His fall hunting-season fashion-wrap amplified the effect. Here's some pictures of Sylvan on the hike this morning after he and I discussed the leadership hierarchy.


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Sunday, October 7, 2007

Goats' Fall Hunting Outfits










Each October and November the hunting seasons return. That is when we see the return of crack shot eagle eye hunters who shoot horses out from under cowboys, Mercury Cougars on the freeway, each other, and goats! This year the Pack Goats dressed up for hunting season. Of course wiley old Sherlock by now knows the ways of the fall forest and was wearing her fall fashion statement already. On the way back we sited a rainbow over Piedmont Butte. It really was this bright, not edited.

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-Lee Alley