Meet Stinky

In the goat world, not everyone keeps their own buck. A male goat is called a buck, and like a deer, they go into a rut in the fall and they smell TERRIBLE. We decided to bring this guy home late last fall, and he smelled horrible. I tried to get Sarah to name him Elvis, but she didn’t like the name. Eventually everyone just called him Stinky and it stuck.

Stinky was raised by a family, and you can tell. He immediately tried rubbing against me and loving on me when we brought him home. At first everything he touched smelled. Everything. We wear barn clothes over our normal clothes, so not a big deal, but if there’s part of a wrist showing for example, and he rubs against it, we now smell like stinky for hours.

We were tightening our fencing last week, and stinky followed me around like a lost puppy. He was just drawn to my pockets for some reason. I had a scarf holding my hair back when we started, but I had since shoved it in my pocket. Stinky liked that scarf. I had some plastic thingys (I did not grow up on a farm, can you tell?) that came off of some t-posts that hold electric wire in place in the other pocket. Stinky liked those as well. Then he found the Carhartt label on my brown jacket. He liked that also.

I like it that Stinky is so friendly. We have lots of friends who stop over to see our animals and I’d never have to worry about Stinky hurting anyone. But if you ever stop over, watch out for what you keep in your pockets!!!