We made a gut wrenching decision yesterday to move our oldest goats, Banning and Donovan to a new home. Banning had gotten so big, really too big for our small yard and for me to handle. He also loved me too much and we were afraid he was going to injure me. I must make a point that he never made any aggressive moves towards me, just affection or treat seeking behavior. Last week he ran up on me from behind and jumped up on my back knocking me forward into the shed. With my osteoporosis I am at risk for hip fracture already.
Then when we brought Ace home, Banning and Donovan both became very aggressive towards him. We thought about rehoming Ace for his own safety, but that really wasn’t the best solution for the overall situation. Michael and I discussed it and decided that the best thing to do would be to find a new home for Banning. But, we could not do that without sending Donovan with him. Either one of them would do fine without us but neither one of them could survive without the other. They are inseparable, having been together their whole lives. They are never more than a few feet apart day and night. So in the end, we thought the best solution was to find a new, loving home, better suited for a larger goat like Banning. I put a listing on Craigslist and got lots of responses with a number of great opportunities for new adventures. We settled on a farm animal rescue/sanctuary near Marysville where they would have more room and bigger goats to play with. I didn’t want to be here when they were picked up so I wimped out and left that to Michael. I knew my heart would overrule my head and I would back out at the last minute. So I wandered around the nursery looking for slow-bolting cilantro while Michael got them off to their new adventure as farm goats. We got a couple of thoughtful emails from their new owners last night to say that they are great little goats and were settling in nicely in their new quarters with their new friends. We miss them already.
I have changed the banner picture on my blog to not include any animals. Farming, even hobby farming on a small scale like we do, involves the coming and going of critters so I thought this picture would work better. That way, I wouldn’t constantly be tempted to get in the Hummer and drive to Marysville to get my boys back. I hope they are happy, healthy, and having fun. They brought us great joy and laughter.