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I have a love hate relationship with our colored Angora goat, Roquefort. Actually, I never hate him. I guess I have a love/are-you-freaking-kidding-me? relationship with him. Roquefort was a bottle baby and he is by turns affectionate, hilarious, infuriating, pesky and sweet. He is ALWAYS up to something. Like today, when he decided to see what it’s like inside the chicken coop.
Mind you, the chicken coop two feet OFF THE GROUND. I don’t even know how he managed to get in there.
Once he was was up there, he decided he might as well sample the juniper.
I swear he’s laughing at me in this shot.
Next, Roquefort decided to check out the front porch.
I don’t know if you’ve ever had a goat Peeping Tom but it’s disturbing.
He also got into an altercation with the concrete ornamental rooster on the front steps, trying to knock him over. Due to the fact that the rooster is made of concrete and weighs approximately 10,000,000 pounds, the rooster won.
Roquefort is a cautionary tale about bottle babies. Since bottle babies aren’t scared of people, they can grow up to be real handfuls. They are always the first to defeat a fence or break into the barn and tear open sacks of grain. But they are also our best ambassadors. Visitors to the farm love Roquefort because he’s friendly and curious and funny. And I love him too. I just wish he was only half as curious and funny.
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There’s a reason why Roquefort has always been my favorite of your goats.
AAAAAHHHH that’s so adorable!!! I can’t wait to come back and give him a big goaty kiss on his big goaty nose.
Looks like he brought the entire flock to check out the front porch. Did he mastermind the escape or were they all let out for a morning stroll. As long as he doesn’t figure out how to open doors or you might find him checking out the kitchen next.
i can imagine roquefort singing “ain’t nobody here but us chickens” whilst in the coop.
Oh but he is adorable! Goat Peeping Tom, that just cracks me up!
From the looks of the other sheep in the background on the front porch, I guess you (and they) have discovered that the bricks are pretty cool in the heat.
Some of the pictures are not coming through…. but you’ve explained things clearly enough. Besides his name, I love him for his desire to enjoy new experiences……..
I love Roquefort’s fleece: such a gorgeous color. What a great set of pics, Susan! Thanks!
sigh. Yep. bottle baby boy goats….makes you realize high school boys aren’t that bad, considering…. I hear you. I am currently out of hay (they broke the latch off the gate and got into the feed stall), eggs (they sat on the chicken nest), and all the shelves in the barn are cleared and dumped on the floor. Bye bye, stashed mason jar chick feeders. Probiotics. jars of molasses and olive oil, carefully taken apart and stored cages….
what a mess.
But then they escape, and head right over to eat burdock and thistles and poison ivy…how can I be mad at THAT???
I”m a softie.
Ahh, good ol’ Roquefort. I’ve always loved him! The photos! Oh the photos are precious! He IS laughing at you in that one. And the peeping tom one is awesome. They’re all awesome. Thank you for letting me live vicariously through you yet again.
You know, Roque used to really annoy the crap out of me; I feel he’s actually mellowed in the past year. And he looks great in the chicken coop – the contrast really shows off his fleece.
hahahahaha! I love this post more than I can say!
omg
he is beautiful
and
those are very funny tales
*motivation for a fun childrens book/story!
How in the world did all your goats end up on your front porch?? So silly!
You need to do a photo shoot with those Juniper Berries as a selling point. I also came up with a cute little barn-yarn store name and logo last night instead of sleeping.
I miss talking to you! I could call your cell, but that’s pointless and I don’t have the farm number!
What a wonderful name for a goat!
After seeing spring lambs and goats, perhaps they can levitate (like cats).
I hope you and your flocks are well. I love reading what you write. All the best.