Language of Love

J.C. speaks many languages. Timber our dog responds to his made up, make-believe , nonsense words. While I'm not quite sure what Whoozaama or Rrrrrrrooot means, Timber knows exactly what is expected when the words are uttered. When JC wants to interact with MoJo our bird it is done through his knowledge of music. While playing the bass J.C. can get Mojo to dance and squeak to the beat. I haven't quite figured out how he has managed to chat it up with my favorite caprines as of yet but I think he may secretly carry peanuts in his pockets. Either way the goats love him just as much as all the other creatures that live here at the FLYING GOAT RANCH. Even us human girlies cant help but love this man who speaks the language of LOVE.

Bella and Ripcord

Our little Ripcord is really trying to show the goats whose the big bad buck in buck town. He has even taken on Bella our Doe who is queen bee. I think hes doing a smashing job for 2 months old.

Goatz Rule!

The Ripper

Ripcord has a pink nose, a mustache, and goggles.

SnuggleBuck's

Heres Hucky, taking a snuggle with his favorite peep. Huck loves J.C. He will see him from across the corral and come running so fast and leap into his arms. Huck is the sweetest snugglebuck in ther herd. Heres the picture to prove it

RIPCORD

Heres our newest addition to the herd RIPCORD. He is such a sweetie and we are looking forward to seeing some little rippers from him in the future.

Huck and Ripcord

I snuck out to the barn to check up on the boys. Little Huck was snoozled up in the grain bin on the milking stand and Ripcord was nestled in this exact spot on the stand. I never knew how much I would enjoy having stinky bucks but they are the biggest Loves.
Im glad the Flying Goat Ranch took the leap and added these 2 boys to our herd. They have been a total joy to have . Thanks Prairiewood Ranch WE absolutely love these guys.

Schwesti

Schwesti is our newest Doe. She is the most stunning strawberry blonde with incredible blue eyes. She is pretty shy right now but I know with all the love we have to give she will come around in no time. We gave this little girl her name in honor of J.C.'s mom . Schwesti means little sister in German.

Im Your Huckleberry

To be one’s huckleberry — as in the phrase I’m your huckleberry — is to be just the right person for a given job. The word came to be given as a mark of affection or comradeship to one’s partner or sidekick
I think Huck will be just the right Buck for our herd. He has already won the heart of this Lady.

House Goat

Huck is so tiny right now that he has become our temporary house guest. He loves his bottles and the house cats and our faithful hound Timber. During the day you can find Huck prancing around doing his goaty dance, he really loves play time. After he's all tuckered out he snuggles up to the heater. Huckleberry sleeps in a little box by our bed all through the night. Hes a good lil buck. Tye also loves Huck's sleeping box. Once Huck moves to his outdoor quarters Tye wants the box donated to him.

Snowy Winter Days

Kat brings Hollywood in from the storm

sNOW bABY

I love the snow and so does Hollywood. He is my only goat fearless enough to romp in the
winter whiteout with me.
That makes him pretty special in my book

Bosque Blizzard

Snacktime

Goats love peanuts so much they are willing to brave a snow blizzard. Heres J.C giving them their favorite treat

fLYING gOATs,

Here are my favorite flying goats. A new original,

an old original, and one very special bearded original.

tree goat

Recently discovered that I can actually climb trees with my goats. I guess the new project for next summer will be tree stands for all the goats. Then we can all laze around in the trees and dream about goaty things. BOotsie likes dreaming about Apple Leaves. Its her favorite goaty snack

Smiling Irish Rose

The past weeks have been tough. The loss of Fawna, a sick puppy, and a housefull of humans trying to get over a really bad cold. Despite all the bad mojo that has surrounded our home Rose has reminded me how good it feels to smile. Just looking at her big giant grin can melt away the sad events from the past week. So heres to my Irish Rose for reminding me about the healing powers of a smile. Thanks Rosie.

In Memory of Fawna

This morning when I got up to feed the goats I noticed my Fawna was not at the fence to greet me. I called out and still no Fawna. I knew something was wrong when she didnt come. She would always greet me at the gate each morning. I ran to the barn and there she was curled up in a ball unable to stand or hold her head up and she was crying. I wrapped her in my arms and left for the vet. Xrays and blood samples were taken. The Xray showed that her internal organs were up in her chest cavity and her lungs had collapsed. It looked like a diaphramatic hernia. By this time poor Fawna was on life support and Doc said he felt she should be euthanized. It was the hardest thing Ive ever had to do. Yesterday she was playing and eating with the rest of the herd. Suddenly she lay in my arms dying and I had no answwers. I held her and cried while she gently went to sleep.

The doc did a autopsy and is sending samples for testing. It so weird because she did not show any signs of being ill and was fine last night before I went to bed.

Im soo heart broken over her loss. She was my beauty goat and I had high hopes that she would have done extremely well in the show ring. I will always rememeber my little doeling Fawna. She was sweet, shy, playfull and full of love . I know she loved being here at the ranch just as much as we loved having her here .

For Duncan

Duncan, I hope you can visit us here in New Mexico. You will absolutely love the goats, dogs, cats and bird In the meantime here is the "Flying Goat Ranch". We get up early feed the animals, milk our goat and bottle feed some of the babies. There is lots to do here and we have so much fun.We sure are looking forward to seeing you sometime in the near future.

Dreaming of Apple leaves

The goats love the leaves from our Apple trees. Heres Bootsie dreaming of munching the leaves from across the yard. Apple leaves are like potato chips for goats.