He was born April 14, 2006 in Port Angeles as a twin and named Deliteful Ijaba Dean.  He was used for breeding once there in 2007, and I bought him in September of 2009.  Impressive beard, huh?

He brought new pattern genetics into our Nigerian Dwarf goat breeding program.

In 2009 he was bred to our Patches, Meadowlark and Magpie and to Krista’s Minuette.

In the spring, Patches produced Frple,

Ooga Chugga,

Swami of Pastrami,

and Miss Smith.

Meadowlark produced Maynard,

and MacGyver.

I loved the heart on his side.

Magpie produced Phoebe,

Dove,

and Sparrow.

Unfortunately Oogie died due to infection from lack of colostrum.  We kept Miss Smith and still have her.  The rest were sold to new homes.  Swami was renamed Hank.  Phoebe became Petunia, and Sparrow became Phergy.

In 2010 Dean was bred to Jewel and Willow from other farms.  In 2011 he was bred to our Meadowlark (sorry for the bad photo).

She produced Caramello,

Morrison,

and Manny.

Manny looked a lot like his Dad.  They were each sold to new owners.

In 2012 Dean was bred to our Miss Smith and Patches and to Miss Muffet from another farm.  You can see how bucky he looks.

Miss Smith produced Mr. Sandman

and Mr. Bojangles.

Patches produced Zenobia,

Ketchikan,

and Henny Penny.

They were sold.  Mr. Sandman became S’mores.  Zenobia became Sassafras.  Ketchikan became Klondike.  Henny Penny became Spotted Penny.

After a bad animal abuse case involving three goats and three sheep that we sold to a man, we decided to stop breeding.  Dean with two other bucks were castrated by the vet in February 2013.

He lived out the rest of his days with the other goats on our farm.  Recently he was a little thin, but nothing seemingly serious.  I noticed he fell down a few days ago but got up and seemed fine.  But then I found him dead this morning in our barn.  He was on his back with his legs straight up in the air.  I am not sure what happened to him.  I do not know if he fell over and could not get up.  Or if the bigger goats beat up on him.  He was 12 years old which is old for a goat, but we certainly have had others live a lot longer.  But it is time to say goodbye to Deanie.  He was never friendly, and I also had to catch him to do his hooves.  But he never caused any trouble and made many beautiful goats for this world.  He will be missed.