Farmcolony lost a cherished member of the community with the recent passing of Zeke, the old farm goat.  Those of us who knew Zeke will remember his energy and the pep in his step, how he sought out pats and rubs to his neck from passersby, and how much he appreciated any kind offer of a special treat.

 Yeah.  OK.  Some will say Zeke was a pushy old goat, bless his heart.  If you stepped into his yard, he rushed over to block your path forward.  If you tried to go around him, he would step in your way.  There was no getting around him, until someone discovered that he would back off if you twisted his ear.  Zeke hated it when you twisted his ear.

 Zeke was his own worst enemy.  He was far too pushy for some people who suggested that perhaps Zeke might make some tasty BBQ.

 Zeke loved his friends, Tapioca and Medeba, and cried for days when they left the farm.  “I’ve never heard a sound like that from a goat,” reported Sharon. Sharon took over the care of Zeke when she added her five goats to the farm. 

 “He’s a sweetheart,” Sharon often said about Zeke.  She was with Zeke when the vet administered the drugs that would put him out of his misery.  One morning Zeke was unable to rise up and walk. The vet said his arthritis, age and lack of teeth had caught up with him.

 Zeke has been a cherished member of the Farmcolony community for over thirteen years.   He came to live at the farm as a kid along with his sister, Xander, whom he out lived by many years. Zeke had a lot of personality and many of us loved and appreciated him, in spite of himself. 

RIP, Zeke.  You’ll be missed!