My immediate thought [ after the 'erk ...yuck ... never smelt him-next-door from inside the house before' ] was something along the lines of "... that wind must be coming from just the wrong quarter"
Then my tender ears were assailed by what was either a Bedouin in full cry - unlikely in Central Victoria - or a male goat in the throes of passion, serenading the object of his temporary affection.
My immediate thought THIS time was " that sounds bloody close"
followed by
"that sounds very bloody close"
hell's bells and jumping catfish
Blackadder's out!!!!
so I sprinted for the kitchen door, grabbing the camera on the way, just in time to immortalise the sight of a fairly startled looking Robbyn being assured that she is the [current] love of Blackadder's life
Needless to say PND and Brenda were not home and of course I didn't have handy any chain heavy enough to fasten him to a nearby tree.Got any idea how much effort is required to persuade a fully grown 100 kilo plus male goat to go about 200 metres in the opposite and uphill direction from the object of his affection ?
No?
Well I do and I'm here to tell you that it is entirely possible that my right shoulder and upper arm [ not to mention my already dodgy knee ] may never be the same again
and as the final ironic twist in the tail ?
Today all of next door's livestock have been moved as per schedule to their new farm out at Strathfieldsaye
that beggar knew it was his last chance
I don't know how he knew
but
he
knew
Where there's a will......
ReplyDeleteI can honestly say I have never smelled billygoat in full rut. I'm not sorry about that, either!
Testosterone - it's more powerful than rocket fuel!
ReplyDeleteAre you sure Robbyn was startled by Blackadder...or by the sight of being sprung flirting with him by you??!! Heh!
ReplyDeleteHope the arm, shoulder and knee recover soon!
Why have they been moved? ..... has PND moved?
ReplyDeletewell RR you could well be correct - and now I've got Ms Rosie tail wagging and bleating through the fence in the general direction of next door ... poor thing... doomed to disappointment and unrequited love.
ReplyDeleteI wonder how long the billygoat smell will linger ? ... because Rosie obviously hasn't twigged to the fact that Blackie isn't next door anymore LOL
Maz - PND and Brenda are in the process of the big move to Strathfieldsaye but I don't know when THE day is - very soon I'd say if the animals have been relocated - it felt quite odd to go across for a wheelbarrow load of horse poop and to not see a single solitary animal and the paddock gates open :[
ReplyDeleteanyone want to rent 20 acres and a nice house near Castlemaine with a mad goat owner next door ???
ReplyDeleteOh that is so funny, I laughed out loud and the dogs thought I had lost it! :) Typical male that billy goat is!
ReplyDeleteI am always so glad when someone injects a little "perspective" into my life. Having a cat that is systematically removing the living room wallpaper doesn't seem so bad now...
ReplyDeleteGood job protecting the virtue of your livestock. You are a hero! (although Blackadder might disagree with that)
I don't have your email addy, if you would email me k9hairstyles[at]aol[dot]com I'll give you some tips about finding a good groomer. Don't want to take up too much space here.
ReplyDeleteAngie
Country living, always full of stories!
ReplyDeletei can testify that the smell of amorous goat is beyond pungent and will knock you out of your socks. not to mention the all night serenading from the honeymoon suite - i'll never forget that night of goaty 'daarlings' :)
ReplyDeletemen! sheesh!!
I should 'splain for the rest of you that poor long suffering Lisette was up here the weekend that Blackadder was wooing Rosie ... the event which ultimately resulted in Rowan and Ruby ... and they were camped under her window for much of the proceedings !!
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