I’ve been trying to sell the little buck kids for a couple of months. Facebook is a really good site for connecting with people who have similar interests and they have really awesome buy and sell sites. HOWEVER– they do not want people selling living things. People get creative and sell a halter, comes with free horse, or dog food, comes with free puppy. I tried to pre-empt rejection and sold some pretty little chicks as “lawn ornaments, look like chickens only smaller”.
I’ve been lucky and haven’t had a problem posting animals for sale until this fall. Every ad I posted came back as unacceptable. Even when I tried the old trick of posting the goats as milk machines, or brush cutters, or some other creative description, every ad came back rejected. And time passed. Finally, I simply started a discussion and posted that way, with pictures and prices buried in the comment section. But alas, I only sold one. I just couldn’t keep them any longer. I didn’t want them to escape and breed the girls too soon, and I just couldn’t see feeding them all winter for nothing. So I called a marketing agency for selling sheep and goats, and booked a spot for them on the next truck.
The call came in for a truck loading on a Thursday. Wouldn’t you know it, I couldn’t find anyone to drive my bus run for me. The truck was loading in Saskatoon–two hours there and two hours back. Half an hour to unload. I had a five hour window to do a four and a half hour job–not much room for error or emergencies.
My daughter and I loaded the three bucklings the night before. We put on the truck cap and filled it full of nice dry hay, then loaded the goats. They would have lots to eat and a warm place for the night. It was very cold over night, thank goodness, cause I was afraid they would overheat in such a small enclosed area. I opened the side windows as much as I dared for ventilation, but not so wide that they could jump out. In the morning I did my run while my daughter did chores. I came home, jumped into the truck and off we went. The goats were cozy and not overheated so that was a relief.
Once at the collection site, I could see there were a few trucks ahead of us, all with trailers. I sought out the fellow in charge and blurted out, “I have goats!!”
“I’m so sorry for you!!” was the reply. This guy was a comedian! A quick discussion with the other drivers and they agreed to let me unload as I only had three animals. While the guys were blocking holes, I backed up to the chute and my goat wrangling daughter jumped into the back and encouraged them to leave. The comedian figured that goat wrangling should be something to put on a resume–if you can wrangle goats, you can do anything. He also commented how they were harder to contain than water. That even something water-proof may not hold goats. I always thought this was an original thought of mine–perhaps I heard it from someone else, but I think most probably, goat people come to this conclusion naturally, from experience. Goats are like water–they can slip thru everything.
Unloaded, goats successfully contained, we headed home with time to spare. Three less mouths to feed, three less worries. Happiness is…