time to name the remainder who as yet have no name.
Each of my goats is named. I couldn't abide referring to
them by tags or saying "Come here, number three."
That wouldn't do for me. I've heard of many systems
for naming, some complex, some easy, some extremely
sensible; for instance, I know one farmer who picks
names beginning with a letter of the alphabet. The first
year all names begin with A, the second with B and so
on. This certainly would make it easy to remember
what year the animal was born. Another farmer made
naming into a game so that her children could learn
about geography or historical figures. One year the
goats were named after rivers in Texas and one year
after Lone Star heroes and heroines. While all these
systems are clever and fun, I (as in everything else in
life) have always wanted to put my own spin on things.
I, therefore, find it much more fun to spend time with
my goats until a name pops into my head that
absolutely fits their personality. Now this has led to
many seemingly prosaic names such as Jenny and Sadie
and Molly but it has also produced some rather
unusual names such as P. Wilfrid Hunnicut (P. Wilfrid
for short) and Mrs. Agnes Piddletench who, of course,
is as matronly as her name sounds. Then there is "Little
Man" who only weighs about 20 lbs. at the moment but
who will, I know, grow into a 200 lbs. buck. I should
probably rethink his name. Other somewhat odd names
invariably creep in such as Zip or Jazz or Mystery but
if you knew these girls you would understand. Just as
you would completely understand the names Lulu and
Sassy should you ever meet them. The only one who is
possibly misnamed is Claire. Now I bought Claire and
she had already been named and as I am partial to the
name of Claire, thinking it very feminine and quite
lovely, I kept it. Claire is indeed feminine and lovely to
look upon but clearly a more appropriate name for her
would be Diva. I think you get the picture.
Until next time...
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