I noticed something a week ago that rocked me to the very core of my foundation. Something that made me not only double check, but triple and quadruple check. And then stare in disbelief.
Dante is a girl.
I feel like the very opposite of an experienced crazy goat lady. The opposite of that (crazy, that is) would normally be good and something to aspire to, but in this case, I’d rather be the crazy goat lady who actually knows a male from a female.
And I do. Usually.
To be fair, the past few weeks have been a little distracting. Okay, a lot distracting. And Dante was born just as a bad storm was rolling in. I was in the midst of making sure the goats were where they were supposed to be and not sneaking into the maternity house (the unpregnant goats are a little envious of the pregnant girls’ housing), so I only took a glance at
his her undercarriage and I went with it. I guess, I’m so used to us having more boys than anything else that Dante just had to be one. At least, those are my excuses and I’m sticking to them 😉
And I have improved greatly over the years. By leaps and bounds, actually, and here’s the proof: Many years ago, while attending my very first livestock auction, I just might have been overheard to say, “The goats with horns are boys.” Of course, there were quite a few chuckles, rolled eyes, and shaken heads from the folks seated near us. Just to state the obvious and get it out of the way, horns or a lack thereof do not indicate gender in goats, and that’s a lesson I learned the hard way. By the way, I’ve since heard much worse from others while attending auctions (and not all of it was from newbies) – the best entertainment at an auction is the overheard conversations. Very interesting stuff.
Now comes the hard question. . . keep the name Dante or change it? I wonder how she feels about Delphine. Or Dulcinea. Ooh, or what about Dahlia? We’ll see.
In the meantime, I obviously need to read a biology book or two. Or ten.
Dante, by the way, is completely unconcerned. As long as she can bounce, she’s happy.