Showing posts with label Billy Goats. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Billy Goats. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

The billy goat and the ethical conundrum - part 2

My recent post ‘The billy goat and the ethical conundrum’ [1] snagged the interest of Farmdoc’s Blog readers, several of whom have asked me what’s happened since then. So here’s Part 2:

On 24 March, over dinner (fish and chips, FYI), Sharon and I decided to speak further with Mr Smith (still not his real name) by phone. As a day after her phone call with him, Sharon was still very upset by his verbal attack, we agreed I’d phone him. I did, in Sharon’s presence. Calmly and courteously but firmly, I reiterated to him our clear recall of the agreement, i.e. payment via one nanny kid of the Smiths’ choosing. After a long silence, Mr Smith said: ‘I’m speechless’. Then he hung up on me. The next day (25 March) Sharon received this email [2]. (She forwarded it to me on 27 March.) We decided the appropriate response would be for her to email him back, acknowledging his email and reiterating our eagerness to abide by our side of the deal as we recalled it, i.e. the Smiths to choose the best nanny kid in the mob. Sharon sent a short email along these lines over a week ago. There’s been no response from the Smiths. I intuit they won’t communicate further. Time will tell. But if anything further does happen, I’ll post it on Farmdoc’s Blog.

P.S. I’m considering sending this conundrum to the NYT Ethicist Randy Cohen [3, 4], seeking his response. Stay tuned.

Thursday, March 25, 2010

The billy goat and the ethical conundrum

Conundrum. My dictionary’s definition is ‘a difficult problem’. I love this word. It’s onomatopoeic – redolent of hmmmm. Today I write of my latest ethical conundrum: My sharefarmer Sharon and I needed a billy goat to mate our nannies with last May. Would we buy or hire? Finally we agreed on an arrangement with a local couple she knew – the Smiths (not their real name) – who live 5km away. The Smiths would loan us a billy for six weeks (i.e. two goat menstrual cycles) in return for a female kid – of the Smiths’ choosing – from his progeny. There was no paperwork – Sharon and the Smiths were socially acquainted, and we all lived in the same locality. It was very cordial. Last 21 May we collected the billy – Flynn, (pictured) à la ‘in like Flynn’ – and straight away put him with 29 nannies. On 5 July we returned him. Both days we reiterated the deal with Mrs Smith. Flynn had worked well: 20 sons and 14 daughters. Next Sunday Sharon and I’ll wean these kids. So last Tuesday Sharon phoned the Smiths to fix a time for them to choose and take a nanny kid. Mr Smith retorted that the payment was one kid to them for each 10 kids born. He’d unilaterally changed the deal. He was aggressive and rude to Sharon. She was very upset. So, folks, that’s the conundrum. What should we do? Agree to the revised deal? Stick to the original deal? Compromise? What do you think? Hmmmm.

Monday, May 25, 2009

farmdoc's blog post number 400

My dentist’s name is Tiffany. Sweetheart Vivienne says Tiffany’s an appropriate name for an airline flight attendant, or a hairdresser or beautician – but definitely not a dentist. I don’t know if first names determine occupation. But I think they’re somewhat related to personality and behaviour. Who are the alpha males? Leslie, Hilton, Oliver. Or Chuck, Rex, Steve. And so to billy goat names. Because their main desirable quality is virility, billys tend to be named accordingly. On our farm our best example was Randall (‘Randy’ for short). This year, to prevent inbreeding, i.e. to deepen our gene pool, we needed a billy from a new bloodline. Our neighbours Julie and Wayne kindly offered to loan us one of their billys. Last Friday Sharon and I collected him, brought him to our farm, drenched him, checked him for lice, then released him to play with his 29 new girlfriends. He was ready, too: piddling on his beard, and reeking of a stench only nanny goats could find attractive. As the photograph shows, he’s a fine looking fellow. He’ll be with the girls for six weeks – two goat menstrual cycles – so we’ll take him home on 3 July. His name? Flynn. Named after that swashbuckling womaniser Errol Flynn – a Taswegian, and also the reason for the phrase ‘in like Flynn’. I doubt our Flynn’ll have any problem in that department.