We went to the valley to pick up a young Toggenburg doe on Wednesday morning. It was one of the hottest days this year, so I was worried about transporting the animal in the heat. However, all went well and the doe arrived at the croft safe and sound.
On the way home, the kids and I discussed names for the goat. Buttercream was my contribution. Betty (my son), Blueberry (my youngest son) and Maple (my daughter) were also suggested. The name game continued until Thursday when I suggested a name that seemed to fit her: Spirit.
The young doe was timid, almost terrified of us and her new surroundings. She had lots of energy – plenty of spirit – and did her best to get away, hide and climb everything that got in her way. Thankfully, she did not hurt herself. We did our best to make her comfortable. She had water and hay and a quiet place to look out on the world. We visited her often, approaching slowly each time. The visits were short, so she wouldn’t get too excited.
By Wednesday night, I was afraid we might never tame her, but lots of gentle handling on Thursday and Friday gave her the confidence to approach her new owners and eat grass out of our hands. When we left her in her stall Friday evening, she was much calmer than on her first night. She didn’t even race to the corner like she had done on many other occasions.
Spirit was born March 17, 2011 near Canning, NS, in view of Cape Split. She is the daughter of a full Canadian Toggenburg doe and a recorded grade buck. Her great grandsire, Rowe’s Maestro Ranger, was greatly valued in the United States. You can see pictures of him and others in his goat family at Rowe Toggenburgs.
Because of her bloodline, Spirit can’t be registered. That’s okay. I’ve decided that having registered Toggenburgs is not important. Maybe it will be some day, but as long as the goats are purebred and healthy, that’s all that matters. I’m raising them to supply us with milk, milk we can turn into yoghurt and cheese.