Our NDs

Our first Nigerian was a little hooligan named Baby Belle. Baby Belle would follow you anywhere; if you went inside, she would come and knock on the door until you let her in and gave her a bottle of milk. The fence had not been built that would hold her. Baby Belle liked to watch tv; she liked to sit on your lap; she liked peanut butter sandwiches. She would get very angry if other goats came around while she was getting attention. She would bite their ears if they tried to sidle up for a backscratch or a cuddle.

Baby Belle would often escape from the pen or stall or pasture she was billeted in. We would know she had gotten out, because we would hear the desperate shrieking of her fat half-sister Snow Pea. Snow Pea didn't really like people (she does now) but she was incredibly attached to Belle. Snow Pea could not jump over or wiggle through anything, owing to her extreme rotundity and her very short legs. So when Belle got out, the Snow Pea alarm would go off: high-decibel bleating that would continue nonstop until Snow Pea was reunited with her little sister.

Baby Belle is grown now - in fact she is a grandmother - but we still call her Baby Belle, and she remains one of our favorites, even though she hardly ever comes inside any more.

Meet our Nigerians.