Duke and I burnt horns and vaccinated a set of kids last night. Tammy made us throw our clothes directly into the washing machine as we entered the house. I guess she didn’t want us to stink up the house. This morning, I woke up and could still smell that unmistakable odor of burnt hair, hide and horn. Maybe that’s a sign that I need to trim some nose hair. No matter what you do in the goat business, disbudding is an unpleasant job. And even though you really think that you did a good job, three months from now, a set of antlers appear. Have a good day.