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Originally Posted by Conrad Fryar
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He is beautiful.
We found one at an auction once. She was screaming to high heaven, and so very fat. I had never seen a goat so fat. They fed her corn everyday, all her life. She had to be a mix though because her horns were straight out the side of her head like a longhorn cow. Really weird.
Anyway, the little girl who owned her was crying in the parking lot about her goat having to be sold because they lost their house...... And of course the goat was old--five they said, a mix, way to fat to be healthy and had never been bred, but lived with a wether all her life as a pet. I felt so sorry for the little girl, and her dad who had brought the beasts to the auction because they were loosing their property.
The meat buyer was there, can't stand the guy, ( I know that's wrong, but it is true) and he wanted them because they were both huge, fat. The chivo dealers really don't care what goats they get as long as they fill their semis because they get paid by the pound. Anyway, the goat was screaming like it was getting killed, the kid was crying, and I decided to "save" the goat. I didn't bid on the wether because I just couldn't take home another useless male, but I told her I would save her goat "Bunny" from the dealer. It went up to $56 each for choice, which back then was way to high for any goat at auction because I was buying oberhaslis with papers for $22. I did pay $50 for a nice nubian, but fainters were worth about $20-25. Anyway, I bought the goat.
We tried to lead her from the stalls to the loading area, and she promptly fainted and lay there and shook for about 15-20 seconds. DD and I each grabbed a horn and drug the nasty beast to the truck. Getting her up into the bed was a feat in itself. She was HUGE for a fainter. We brought Bunny home, and quickly learned that she knew how to use her horns well. She was nasty, mean and just a nasty goat. Since all of our goats had "bell" names she became "Jezebel".
Since we were still having horn issues, we took her to the vet to have the horns sawed off. That meant we had to reload her the next day at 1pm to take her in. He said he couldn't use the wire to saw them off because she was too old which made the sinuses too deep. So, he put on 3bands at the base of each horn, and we super-glued, then taped tennis balls to the ends. It was at the vet's office that we learned Jezebel was a biter. He asked me why in the world I brought that old B-word home? Was I crazy? Thank the Lord, he helped us load her back up with a warning that he wouldn't keep the thing. She fainted twice and did her shaking seizure thing during the procedure.
Next morning, we go out, and Jezebel has off one ball and two of the bands on that horn. So that afternoon DD and I try to put on two more bands to roll down to the base of that horn and reglue on the tennis ball then duct tape it. The goat falls over in a faint AGAIN and has her seizure. So over comes a young, nosy, whining neighbor....." What are you doing to it? Don't hurt it. Is it dying or something?"
Jezebel only lived here about two months before she went back to auction and someone else did end up with her for a mere $26. She never lost her horns, nor did she ever loose weight. And the worst part was that she ran to the side of the fence in the lot when she was being sold, looked at us and screamed to high heaven like she actually liked us! My daughter cried. It was not a happy sale. But.... I was just tired of getting butted and hit with her weird horns, having the other goats bullied, having the dogs butted, and listening to her constant screaming for corn. She was entertaining though, just pushy, nasty and loud like any spoiled, superfat woman in search of food.
