1. My New Home, by Eutzly the Goat


eutzlychair1 This is me at age three weeks. Wasn’t I absolutely adorable? Who would want a dumb dog when we goats are so cuddly, affectionate, ornery and fun? This photo was taken in my new back yard, three days after I was brought home. This is what happened:

I was born on a farm in southern Stark County, so they say, surrounded by other Nigerian dwarf goats, although my memory of those days eludes me. I remember only that I was standing in a cage in Carroll County, where herds of humans were walking by on their way to some country field day thing. Most walked by, but two humans stopped to visit, one impatient to get inside, saying something about being late for work. The other, the female human, oohed and aahed over me. A few hours later they returned, and the male was more relaxed. I was lifted from the cage, and the humans took turns holding me and feeding me milk from a bottle. After much discussion with the farm owner — “We don’t know anything about owning a goat,” worried the male — they handed some paper to the farm owner and carried me to a car. I immediately fell asleep on the lap of Mrs. Human while Mr. Human drove, and when I next awoke, I heard a voice call from a house, “Are you crazy? You bought a goat?!” That was Mr. Human’s cousin June. June invited us in, and I ran around her front room, leaving little dark goat berries on her carpet. We returned to the car after a short visit on the porch, and I next awoke at my new home.

That night I saw many more strange humans when we attended a birthday party in a back yard. Mr. Human walked around the yard among many other people, but I stayed on his heels, I knew from the start who my head goat was. The humans borrowed a big cage from the birthday people, and I lived in that cage in the garage for several weeks until two older men with big noses and big ears and resembling Mrs. Human built a great big house of wood and erected a metal fence. I cried for my humans that first night on the dark hill, but I soon felt safe in that house, and that’s where I’ve lived for more than five years.


Corelli explores the outdoors

Corelli explored the outdoors this weekend for the first time without my hovering over her, ready to catch her. She mainly stayed in the bushes but for two or three brief excursions a few feet away. She had a grand time and begged for more, but I am not ready to simply open the back door and turn her loose. She tried to approach Chesapeake, but he hissed and chased her away.

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3. Learning to Trim Hooves

Another entry in Eutzly’s autobiography.

Eutzly the Goat

Later that fall the humans, who by then I knew were named John (Head Goat) and Aaanette, needed a lesson in hoof trimming, so we took a trip to see Mrs. Farm. The farm was set back from a rural road on a gravel lane. We drove up a slight hill to the old house, past a big rectangular pasture on the right, and parked by a smaller pasture on the left. The barn and a small fold sat at the back of the property. HG held me, one arm under my rear legs and the other under my front legs, while Mrs. Farm demonstrated hoof trimming to Aannette. I was still young and cooperative, and it was an easy job. Goats have cloven hooves, so each hoof involved trimming four strips from front to back and digging out the mud between the edges. To finish, the front points that…

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2. My First Week

Part 2 of Eutzly’s autobiography.

Eutzly the Goat

1641 I was seven months old in April 2003, shedding my shaggy winter fur. My first winter was a good winter overall, and in this picture I’m no longer a cute little kid, although I’m not yet full grown either. All that fresh green growth was a welcome delight after my first long, dark winter. I normally prefer leaves and branches from bushes and trees and garden greenery, especially the tops of garlic and onions, but I’ll eat grass, mostly the wide-blade kind, in spring when little else is growing.
I did have a bit of a rough start, though, during my first week at my new home. The humans bottle-fed me three times a day or so, but I resisted, not wanting to drink the entire bottle. This came to a head a week after I had come to my new home.
On Sunday morning, Oct. 6, Head Goat released…

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A week with Corelli

Corelli is named for Arcangelo Corelli, one of our favorite composers, who lived from 1653 to 1713. I like his concerti grossi, which feature the string family. A movement from the “Christmas Concerto” was included on the soundtrack of the movie “Master and Commander”. Corelli is quite comfortable with us; she follows us around, at times racing about and attacking our feet, at others just wanting to be close. She slept on my arm yesterday evening and later ran around my library while I wrote journals.