Sweet Boys

These are not my best pictures, but taken Sunday night while we were finishing up working outside for the day.  Bailey was working in the buck pen while they were playing or supervising.

Silly Huey, on the left, is in geriatric phase, At a little over nine years old, he still wanders around, sometimes jogging, enjoying the company of his son, Obediah on the right.  They are good buddies, and talk to the girls from their favorites spots at the fence, always the most social demanding ear and back scratches from anyone nearby.

In the mornings and evening, you can find sweet Obediah running laps or rearing up to play.  I stood to watch as Huey cocked his head and Obediah danced on his hind legs ready to head but him, silly grins on their faces.  Each time, Obediah came down a couple of inches short of his fathers head, then nudged him playfully as though he had actually head butted him.

I love how the animals need so little reminding of being more gentle with the younger or older ones.  That natural love and respect of the members of the herd.

It would be impossible not to love these goofballs.  They get community and family and remind us how to be good people, and how to accept those who are different.  Sure is nice having these sweet boys around!