Hannibal's home!
20 April 2007 21:37![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
maystoneI went to see the friend who's been agisting Hannibal and told her that we were ready to bring him home. I skirted the "My godz you've been starving him!" issue, because as I've said, it wasn't intentional. I just told her that we missed him, and Dar wanted to do some homeopathic work on his hip and reassured her that we weren't mad at her for showing Hannibal in the arena because 1) she didn't know that we'd withdrawn his name, and 2) he won. So it's all good.
I assumed that we'd have to wait until this evening or possibly tomorrow, but she got right on the phone to talk to one of her sons and see if he was available to bring Hannie home right then. He was; we did. I wasn't home when Hannibal actually made his triumphal return because I was out finishing all the errands I still had to do, but I hear from Dar that it was a very happy reunion among Hannibal, the rest of the herd, and the assembled humans. Love fest, as it were.
He's fenced off from the rest of them, but Dar said there was much touching of noses across the fence line. I know that they all stayed pretty close to each other. The whole dynamic has changed, and it's pretty fascinating to watch. When he left he was just an adolescent, kind of annoying but still part of the herd of females and crias. But after hanging around with the other machos (as the young males are called), his return brought a new place in the heirarchy. He's the alpha male and they are his harem. Except for Adama, of course. This brings up the issue of introducing Iceman - our true herdsire - back into the equation. Han and Ice were best buds back at our friend's place, but here there may be some competition in the future because both of them will consider themselves to be the alpha. Can't wait to see how that plays out :)
But until we have to deal with that, there is
Our skinny boy. Plus, he's got some serious dreds going there. However, he's still his same old goofy self.
He's got his own little temporary paddock, but parts of it are shared with the bigger paddock that holds the rest of them. The dams and crias had their own hay bags on the other side of the paddock, but they preferred to share Hannibal's. Awww.
No Hannibal, but there is . . . snorfling! That's what Dar and I call it when the adult females get all pissy with each other. In this case it's perennial rivals Satine and Conchita. They throw their heads back on those long necks and start making these noises that fall somewhere between an enraged elephant seal and a car with very bad breaks. Those are their babies enjoying the show.
I assumed that we'd have to wait until this evening or possibly tomorrow, but she got right on the phone to talk to one of her sons and see if he was available to bring Hannie home right then. He was; we did. I wasn't home when Hannibal actually made his triumphal return because I was out finishing all the errands I still had to do, but I hear from Dar that it was a very happy reunion among Hannibal, the rest of the herd, and the assembled humans. Love fest, as it were.
He's fenced off from the rest of them, but Dar said there was much touching of noses across the fence line. I know that they all stayed pretty close to each other. The whole dynamic has changed, and it's pretty fascinating to watch. When he left he was just an adolescent, kind of annoying but still part of the herd of females and crias. But after hanging around with the other machos (as the young males are called), his return brought a new place in the heirarchy. He's the alpha male and they are his harem. Except for Adama, of course. This brings up the issue of introducing Iceman - our true herdsire - back into the equation. Han and Ice were best buds back at our friend's place, but here there may be some competition in the future because both of them will consider themselves to be the alpha. Can't wait to see how that plays out :)
But until we have to deal with that, there is
Our skinny boy. Plus, he's got some serious dreds going there. However, he's still his same old goofy self.
He's got his own little temporary paddock, but parts of it are shared with the bigger paddock that holds the rest of them. The dams and crias had their own hay bags on the other side of the paddock, but they preferred to share Hannibal's. Awww.
No Hannibal, but there is . . . snorfling! That's what Dar and I call it when the adult females get all pissy with each other. In this case it's perennial rivals Satine and Conchita. They throw their heads back on those long necks and start making these noises that fall somewhere between an enraged elephant seal and a car with very bad breaks. Those are their babies enjoying the show.
