Goats are smart animals. Like any animal, they seem to possess certain senses that allow them to be keener than a human.
Three goats were penciled on the calendar for wormings today.
The first goat was Chandra, as with most of my herd, no problem. The old gal stood for her nasty tasting wormer.
The second goat was a kid. I knew my only recourse was to catch her while she was eating. As I walked out the barn’s side door she saw me. I pretended to look elsewhere. Pretended that I was going to handle a few other does. Too late. She was already heading up the hill. Silly me, I followed, insanely thinking she would just stop. Of course she didn’t! No worming this morning. I would have never caught her in the lot.
The third goat was a grown boer doe. As I walked through the gate, there stood dozens of does happily munching hay. Like something possessing super-radar abilities, how did the ONE know that I was going to worm her? Again, I attempted to not make eye contact, and pretended that I was heading into the crowd to tend to the other does. I could see the ONE move out of the corner of my eye, move away from the herd. At that point the cause was already lost. In and out the barn we went until I decided I had to move on. There were more animals to feed.
Just how do they know? It makes a person wonder, can they see the images in our brains? Seriously! They seem to sense our moods, our minds, our thoughts, and our movements mean everything to them. And actually, I am very much aware of their movements as well. Amazing animals they are!
By the way, the syringes full of wormer are ready. I’ll catch them this evening when I distract them once again with feed. Right?