The smell can not be strong until they expire. It seems that the smell is, eventually , “moss” in Cologne. Strangely, the goats are very attractive mature buck heat, really rubbing the head and neck for him, as if Oscar or Channel No. 5 was on tap.
As all these scents and hormones begin their fragrant potpourri of eyes and nose burn chorus, it becomes more difficult to sell the cute young first-time buyers. You can almost see the “light bulb” lights up when they realize their little deformation £ 40 will become a musk pump 200 pounds to 300. About thirty minutes and 12 ounces of shampoo later, I had clean money in Lawrence County Tennessee. Even allowed me to shampoo his face and beard. While in the salon, we gave her a pedicure, updated his punches, and polished horns. By using our hair dryer, I blew the water out of it. There were parts of desiccation, did not like, but does not fight well.
She looked beautiful up there! Her white skin and red spotlessly clean. It seemed almost proud. When I left, they quickly joined the herd. Some of the old nurse checked his “Baby Fresh” new perfume. The sun was bright!
I can tell you for a fact that the old adage “feels like a nanny goat wet” polishing small compared to the “feels like a male donors wet!” I’m happy they run for cover when it rains.
As if there’s nothing better to do on a Saturday afternoon, I decided it was time to Hercules (our Boer Goat Buck) to get a bath. Hercules is not a goat show, he is our father worked with many ladies to take care of. A goat is endowed with a special flavor that is generated by the scent glands, which sit behind his horn. If that was not enough, just as they point out that male deer scent by spraying themselves with their own urine. There is no smell to compare. . . no barns, piggeries no, no paper mills nothing.
Let me first mention that male goats and bulls have a lot in common. They become dominant territorial even pushy and downright ornery. For instance, Hercules (who now weighs about 275) truly enjoys ramming things . . . all in good fun, of course. You see, gates were designed to be rammed as were fence posts, barn walls, and other goats. On occasion, Hercules has thought I looked like an object worthy of ramming. Hence, I carry a short stick with me when I enter his paddock. I call it my equalizer. A quick rap on his horns and he returns to the gentle buck I raised from a kid.