Heidrun says hello as well. Maybe since she is half-Swiss, she says “hallo”. Unless she is Swiss-Italian or Swiss-French, then she would say something clever in one of those languages that wouldn’t make sense to my brain.
Anyway! The goaties are doing real well. Freyja and Heidrun are total besties now. You wouldn’t even realize that they were having a little feud when Heidrun first arrived. It was a regular Westside Story out there. But now they are happy, fat goats. It took some time for Freyja to fill back out after her triplets. I think that now she is at a healthy weight.
Heidrun on the other hand, is a sleek, yet bulky girl. It is quite funny actually because she never gorges on weeds or treats or even her alfalfa pellets like Freyja does. She eats like a 17th century noble woman with a dinner course of quail eggs and one lettuce leaf. Strike that. She dines. There is just no way to describe it to someone who has never seen it.
Meanwhile, Freyja literally runs to the food and inhales everything but the feed bin in 2 seconds or less.
Heidrun will dine on a weed or two and then prance around the goat pen. Yes, prance. Trevor and I were making fun of her the other day because she was trotting around the pen with some buck brush we threw in as if she were a show pony or a deer or something. I have never seen a goat walk like she does. Scratch that. She tip-toes delicately.
Goats are great entertainment.