Peeps!

This is Peeps. She is a goat, a baby goat actually so she is called a kid. She is half Nubian and Half Boer. I guess that would make her a Boubian? Or would it be a Nuber? She is also a female baby goat so she is also called a doeling but I tend to call her a pest. Yes, Peeps is a pest that is always under foot but in the best, most adorable way possible.

The only decent picture I could get of her was while she was napping because she doesn't really have any concept of personal space, so unless she is napping ... extreme close-ups of her nose is about the only pictures I can get of Peeps. She has a need to be the center of attention, maybe she let the fact she was born on Easter go to her head so now she thinks she is the most special kid in the pasture. Of course she should get our complete and total attention and affection.

Most of the goat kids are friendly but for some its more in a "Hey, I wonder how far I can jump kick off of this person" sort of way. (though that phase wears off when they get older) I think those kids tend to reduce us just to another toy or as a piece of hair to chew but Peeps really seems to enjoy the company of people. She especially likes to have her chin and the sides of her nose rubbed. Her mom Dym is the same way, it must be the Nubian in her. It never fails as soon as Peeps notices I am in the pasture, here she comes! She will stand up and put her knees up against my leg, stretching her head and neck up as far as she can reach. "Rub my chin! Rub my chin!"... I always give in. This is a habit that needs to not be reinforced but then she gives you those sleepy doe eyes and who has the heart to ignore her?

It isn't just me she likes, she is an equal opportunity attention hound; as far as she is concerned the world revolves around Peeps and who wouldn't want to rub her chin? Every visitor to the farm is there just too see her. She will put her little hooves up on any person, especially if the pasture is muddy and they are wearing nice pants. Nobody escapes the Peeps pasture without her personal little hoof print signature. Nobody believes me that she was never a bottle baby, but she wasn't. It isn't a bottle she is looking for when she comes running, it is just some human company and a good old chin rub. She isn't the most fancy goat kid in the pasture but Peeps stood out this year because she is Miss Personality all the way.

I wish I could keep them all but I can't and since this is a working farm I can't base my decisions on personality alone, not when I already have her mother and two half sisters in the herd. Our herd size is based on how much pasture we have available and we are pretty much at capacity for the amount of pasture we have fenced off at this time. So if Peep stays, that means someone else would have to go. She is going to make someone a nice dual purpose goat someday. Her two half sisters from the same mother and a different Boer buck are both fair backyard milk goats and always produce the fastest growing market wethers every year.

Peeps the Pest did grab a little piece of my heart this year so it won't be easy to let her go but sometimes life on a farm is about making difficult decisions for the good of everyone, including Peeps. For that reason Peeps is for sale and she is looking for an appropriate, special home where there is other goats and she will get lots of attention and chin rubs. If you would like the position give me a call. Peeps will be conducting interviews the middle of next month....just don't wear new pants.