I'm not a firearms kind of chick. Yet I do believe a 22-caliber bullet precisely shot is among the most decisive ways to end life. Thankfully, my husband and sons have these skills.
Lovely Oscar is first, the 4month old billy we were given by friends of friends. He was a lovely nigerian mix goat, good natured. The hormones of a male goat start to rev up between 3-4 months. Their odor changes, among other necessary billy goat qualities.
We do not keep billy goats. A musky billy can affect the taste of the milk significantly and as another neighbor says "only 1 in 1,500 billys are worth keeping."
I love them all, yet I cannot keep them all. I think I learned this early in life.
So Lovely Oscar was enjoying a bowl of grain in the garden when my son shot cleanly in the little swirl of fur on the top of the head. The 22 sounds more like a thwump than a gunshot.
His Lovely face went blank, all system shut down, and his body began to topple. I stepped in, tipped the nose in the air to stretch the neck and with one motion, sliced from left to right and the jugular was severed. He began to bleed and his life force began to exit.
We hold the little body and stroke it as the blood is released from the body. You can sense the life force leaving the body. "Thank you for your life and for the nourishment you give us," we state.
One day, I would like to learn how to take the life with just a sharp knife, no firearm. That will be another story...
Until then, wishing all a sweet & lovely day.