Banjo has had quite a month. Back in November we loaded him up in the back of the Subaru and drove him to a sheep and goat dairy. The owners of the dairy had met Banjo earlier and were impressed by his beauty. They wanted to incorporate Banjo's genes into their herd.
Everyone knows how much Banjo enjoys time with his lady friends, so we agreed to let him stay with the girls at the dairy. I'll spare you all of the gory details, but I will show you the "R rated" photographs of Banjo's first few minutes with the females. He went "nuts."
We missed our sweet buck, so we made a visit to the dairy. He ran over to us and seemed to plead with his eyes, "Please get me out of here! These goats are going to kill me!" And just like that, Banjo's stud service days were over.
All of the animals in our pasture happily greeted Banjo when he returned. Oliver and Pearl were pleased to have their buck back, but something had changed in Banjo.
His tail at half mast and his ears drooping sadly, Banjo wanted nothing to do with our female goats. It was almost like he was saying, "Can't we just be friends?" or "Not now, I think a migraine is coming on." It went on for days and I transferred all of my worries about Oliver onto Banjo. I drove Glenn crazy fretting about what might have happened to him at the dairy.
Finally, after a week, Banjo made a pass at Serio, one of our females. Our penis-swinging, urine-drinking goat is back and he is here to stay.