It's a Boy!

There's been a new addition to the Caudle family... we've been waiting since the end of March to bring him home and finally, this last weekend, we were able to! Meet MF Jones! (Yes, MF stands for what you think it does... if you've seen horrible bosses, you might understand the reference)

Look at the precious baby tongue!

 Jonesy is (going to be) a wether... nuetered. He comes to the farm just to keep the gals company and be cute! He hasn't had as easy of a time adapting as Sage and Willow did but then again, he came here all by himself and he has a teeny tiny rubber band wrapped around his manhood. (He is banded, a form of castration where the rubber band cuts off blood circulation to his testicles and they pretty much just dry up and fall off)

 

When we first brought him home, the girls were all over him... flaunting their "tails" and circling him, but the poor guy had no interest in them and laid in the corner of the pasture for a while. But after a few hours, he finally started sniffing around and grubbing. Once Sage and Willow realized he didn't want what they had to offer, they didn't really pay much attention to him either.

Jonesy is very mild tempered so far. He treads lightly around Sage (the crazy matriarch), but with every passing day, he is taking more and more of a stand against her. She occasionally head butts him when we feed them their alfalfa but over the past couple of days he got her back a few times and she tends to leave him alone after that (He is growing some balls as his real ones are withering away) He is a lot bigger than Sage and Willow were when we brought them home even though they were all 3 months old at the time, so I give it a month or so before Jonesy is taller than both of them and calling the shots. Willow (my gentle soul) is kind to him, she lets him eat from the same alfalfa and trots along with him a lot, wagging her tail. He will approach me when I'm not paying attention but he still wont let me cuddle him... I can tell, though, that he's going to be a lover once he comes around. I'm very used to being all over the girls and them being all over me so I told him that I am the "goat mama", just so he knows. 

This defines Sage

Check out that chin dribble