Thursday, November 17, 2016


Let me tell you a story about friendship. Not just run of the mill friendship, but the kind of dedication that deserves commemorative statues or benefit concerts.  Community is the reason this farm still exists and manages to function. At best, I am the Ringmaster of this Circus. But neighbors, farmers, friends, readers, and customers are the ones taming lions and trapeze swinging.

Yesterday was the established pickup day for Chucky. Chucky is the Boer cross buck I was buying from a neighboring farmer. I use the term "neighbor" loosely since the farm is about 30 minutes away from mine. We worked the deal online and digitally shook through Facebook (that isn't a thing, we just agreed). The farmer who was selling me the buck had just been through surgery and was unable to drive to deliver him. Okay, new problem: how to pick up buck in rut without a large enough crate or trailer to safely transport him? I didn't want this guy riding shotgun. A horny goat that regularly pisses on his own face and beard for some caprine eroticic sex buzz wasn't my idea of an ideal passenger. So I could borrow a large crate, trailer, or hire someone to deliver him. I was figuring out the options when the amazing Patty Wesner said "We'll go pick him up. He can go in the back of the truck!"

What she meant was her truck. Her brand new Toyota Tundra. If my pickup was a fox with mange, she was rolling in an obsidian dire wolf. Sitting in it felt like the cockpit of a space shuttle. It was a modern marvel. It was so pretty and new. It was not the kind of vehicle used to transport animals into scat porn.

But Patty wasn't hearing it. She was fine with using the bed of truck with its equally-fancy cap on it to bring Chucky back to my farm. And so yesterday we got this handsome fellow into the back of her truck and now my girls have a gentleman caller for the next few weeks. To his credit, he was amicable and sweet the entire time we moved him from one farm to the other. This morning he was wagging his tail when I delivered hay for the little herd's breakfast.

So thank you, Patty. Thanks for being the kind of Farm Gal who doesn't balk at using a truck for farm work. And thanks to the that snazzy Tundra for delivering Chuck to his love nest without issue.



Blogger Shelley said...

Such a handsome guy - the ladies won't be able to resist!

November 17, 2016 at 10:17 AM  
Blogger Maria said...

So glad to hear of such friendships :-)

I hope that good looking buck gets to work siring your next generation of goats!

November 17, 2016 at 11:33 AM  
Blogger Ngo Family Farm said...

He sure looks sweet! Hooray for good friends!!

November 17, 2016 at 1:20 PM  
Blogger Mary Beth said...

Oh no! Your friend is having surgery AND moving? That totally stinks! I'm SOOO sorry! Please tell him or her that we are thinking of them in their time of need.

November 17, 2016 at 4:30 PM  
Blogger Maine homesteader said...

wondering if your neighbors who are leaving the country are Canadians? Seems hard to find a country that will accept Americans.

November 17, 2016 at 4:44 PM  
Blogger Unknown said...

I once brought a new buck home in a dog crate in the back of my little Ford Focus! In full rut hahaha. Drove 10 hours from San Diego to far Northern California with the windows down. By the time I got home I couldn't smell it anymore but the lady at the McDonald's drive thru wanted to know what had died in my car and when I told her she didn't even know what a buck was! He was a Nigerian Dwarf buck so a bit smaller than yours. What can I say, we farm girls do what we must😄.

November 17, 2016 at 7:03 PM  

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