Sweet little Joey.  Bottle-feeding him in our living room.

Only a week old when we got him and he spent the next

few weeks, very sick.  I thought he'd die

more than once.  But he fought hard to live.

Moonbeam making himself comfortable

on our front patio.

After falling totally in love with my two goats, I

decided to get some more.  This is Rebel. He was

3 weeks old when I got him. He loves

to jump and climb.

Sweet, loving little Snowflake. He wasn't one

of the goats I'd picked out to buy. I was only

supposed to get two.  Well, the few times I

went to visit the two I'd picked out, he climbed

up into my lap, hid his head under my coat

and went to sleep.  I had to bring him home.

Merlin.  He was infested with lice and parasites

when I brought him home.  He was also

anemic and not eating. He's healthy enough

now to be giving all the other guys a hard time.

Pixie. At the goat farm where I worked for kidding season,

he used to stare at me constantly. He was the tiniest,

little baby goat I'd seen up to that point. So, of course

I had to bring him home.

Since my other goats where getting rather large

by the time I decided to get Pixie, I knew I

had to get him a friend. I chose Lightning. As

tiny as Pixie was, is how huge Lighting was.

And his ears (airplane ears) are so funny.

I swore I'd get no more goats, but I fell in love with

this guy at the farm where I work and he was headed

for the auction, which means he'd end up as

someone's dinner. I brought him home and named

him Pendragon. He's one of the funniest, craziest,

hilarious of all my guys.

I couldn't help it. He was born on Halloween and

they didn't want him at the farm, because he was born

late in the season and the only kid in the nursery.

Since he's a buck, he's considered useless. Humph!

Anyway, I named him Goblin and brought him home.