In addition to slaughtering 13 of my roosters for an extended family Thanksgiving, I decided to rescue a three month old wether from the dinner table (it's not good if you're a male kid at a milking goat farm/ranch).  He's a sweet little fellow who's an alpine/boer mix, and although he's just three months old, he's holding his own with his new big brothers (Edmund and Reinhold).  Although his name at the ranch where he was born was Dune Bug, I have switched it to Tenzing Norgay (Tenz for short).  Like his namesake, even though he's little and humble, he's already mighty and will see summits most mortals could never conceive reaching.