A dog's guide to goat language
I've been spending a lot
of time with our goats as I obsessively monitor Abigail's slow slide
toward delivery. The actual specifics of when ligaments disappeared,
when udder bulked up partway and then became further engorged, and so
forth are going down on paper to make our doe's next pregnancy less
nerve-wracking for the human observers. But today I can't resist sharing
some of the thoughts I've had on goat language in the interim.
The way goats communicate is so simple that I can't quite figure out why Lucy doesn't get it. Here's a typical exchange:
Lucy: Let's play! (Head down, tail up in downward-facing dog.)
Artemesia: Let's play! (Slightly lowers her head, then raises one front hoof, waving it about in the air.)
Lucy: *Sigh*. No one wants to play with me. (Wanders off.)
Artemesia: *Sigh*. No one wants to play with me. (Wanders off.)
Lucy: Let's play!
Abigail: If you know what's good for you, you'll back away slowly, right now. (Head lowered with horns directly facing forward.)
Lucy: Oh, goody, you want to play! (Bounds forward.)
Abigail: #!*@ (Butts Lucy in the face.)
Lucy: WTF?! (Growls.)
Anna: Lucy! Bad dog!
Lucy: Oh, now I get it. Abigail is a cat.
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