We woke up one morning to see a strange goat standing in our front yard.

Uncle Buck. (queue Barry White music)
(A photo of Buck, but not in the front yard.)

At that moment, the goat was standing in the front yard next to our magnolia tree. There was no telling how long that would last for, so we got dressed very quickly and tried to come up with a plan for how to capture the goat. It's not like we have a lot of experience, so the only thing that came to mind was the classic "pincer maneuver". After going out the back door, my wife went around the house one way and I went the other. We were armed with various sorts of foods that we thought would provide some appeal and allow one of us to get within grabbing range.

Fortunately for us the goat did not randomly wander up onto our property. Someone had delivered him to us, and to ensure that he stayed delivered, had tied him up to the bench that surrounds our tree. Its a good thing, too, because Uncle Buck didn't want anything to do with us. He would have bolted long before we got anywhere near him if he had the choice. I found a suitable collar and length of chain for him and set him up to a tree fairly close to where our goats were. Goats are pack creatures, and I figured it would calm him down to be near other goats.

This did not turn out to be the case. Uncle Buck became very exited to see other goats, specifically Zoe and Vanilla. Turns out he was a master at goat courting techniques. After a couple of incidents where he ran half way through our electric fence, we decided to move him. He would have made it the whole way except he was still chained to the tree.

We moved him back and built a 'screen' of tarps so that he couldn't see Zoe and Vanilla - and they couldn't see him either. They were every bit as eager as he was. We put Grover and Racer in with him so that he could have company. In retrospect, this was a bad decision. Grover kept a keen eye on everything going on...

Uncle Buck. (queue Barry White music)
Here Buck is behind his screen of tarps

We learned a lot about goat "courting" behavior. If a human would try to do what a male goat does, not only would he not get a mate but he would end up in jail - no order dependency on that. But I guess it works for goats because both Vanilla and Zoe found Uncle Buck irresistable.

There was one incident where Zoe, who is normally placid, bolted past us when we opened the gate to the field where Buck was staying. We caught her in time, though.

One thing that we didn't desire was a pygmy - LaManche goat cross. So, Uncle Buck was sold to someone who wanted a goat for a pet. He stayed with us for maybe a month or so. It was long enough for Grover to learn some moves, though.