Every bunny, loves a fluffy butt! :D 0F71C794-3492-49BD-80CD-AF52F5293B54.jpeg
 
Hers some goats

hmmmmm, if I had a few more goats, Arduinna would have a playmate, and might sleep outside? Yet, after the week of successful potty training, it seems like it would be a waste of our efforts! Like the “too many roosters” situation, the answer is to add more animals? @RoyalChick did you really need to entice yet another enabler to the conversation??? And a Goat Enabler at that! (Joking!!!)
 
hmmmmm, if I had a few more goats, Arduinna would have a playmate, and might sleep outside? Yet, after the week of successful potty training, it seems like it would be a waste of our efforts! Like the “too many roosters” situation, the answer is to add more animals? @RoyalChick did you really need to entice yet another enabler to the conversation??? And a Goat Enabler at that! (Joking!!!)
I agree. This is probably best. Start your goat herd now.
 
I know! A llama!
No llama! Dangerous, foul tempered things... just as bad as an Emu! Here comes some more chicken Tax photo shoots, but back in the day here, there was a llama.

(for any readers without prior context for this story, 600 acres of Sheep and Cattle farm, partially wooded, on a small and sparsely populated island in the Pacific North West of North America. No large land predators, just mink, Raccons, and Otters.)

It was before we (DH and I) came to the farm, back in the early 90’s. During the “time of the Wolf”. It was quite fashionable then to have wolf hybrids as pets, and someone brought one to the island. It was at least half, if not 3/4, Wolf. Although Dogs are predictable, and Wolves are predictable, the hybrid offspring are not. They require huge commitments of time and energy, extremely secure fencing, and a very attentive keeper (I once lived next door to a breeder, and was looking into getting one, and Andrews Great Uncle had one, that’s another story though). Anyhow, long story short, this person did not have the experience or skills necessary to the task. The wolf dog went feral. The “owner” left the island. It was taking down the feral goats and deer at an alarming rate, and with the undefended and often free roaming Sheep flock, the family was concerned that the wooly buggers would soon be next, once the beast made it down the ridge/mountain to the farm.

Something had to be done to defend the sheep. With no predators (and what I’ve realized is a near complete inability to train and control Their own dogs) there was “no need” for the farm to have a livestock guardian dog. They aren’t fans of LGDs here, too hard to control... they are very dangerous dogs, you know! So they got a llama, a grown one that was used to sheep. It will defend the flock, be a well adjusted herbivore guardian animal, without all the added work and expense of a dog. All was well, a hunting party was arranged, and eventually (as in more than half a year later) the Wolf Dog was killed. The next spring though, there were almost no lambs! Many of the ewes just weren’t pregnant... the ones that bore lambs, did so as usual. Twins, the occasional triplets, but more than half the flock was barren.

It turns out that only the very quiet and sneaky Rams were daddies that year. The llama was defending the flock alright, from Marauding wolf dogs, and amorous rams alike! The llama was rehomed, and no real long term harm was done, but the absurdity of the sudden lack of fertility that year will be remembered here for a long time! Beware the llama!
 
How is his foot Shad? And Rip and Oswald??? I don't think I have heard of them before!
Oswald was cheepy's erm, consort I suppose. He was the father of Cheepy's army, one of which was Dink who you may have read about. This makes him the grand father of Donk and the great grandfather of Knock and the great great grandfather of Knock 3 who got rehomed.
Bet you wish you hadn't posted now.:p
Rip was Notch's brother. He was for a while the main man for Tribe 4.
Both are dead now but as you can read, not forgotton.
 

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