My goats are long gone and I honestly do not hesitate to say, I do not miss them. We bought goats with the intention of milking them but after a long time looking could find no available dairy goats. Caught up in the fever of the moment and being the fresh farm girl I was, I settled for the next option which were meat goats. They were Boer goats, in fact. Pedigree registered girls and they sure were beauties. I was relentless about getting the goats and breeding. Johnny on the other hand was rational and patient. This trait is one I’ve been grateful for many times. He brings balance to my passion which is usually full steam ahead with no thought to the hundred different consequences or responsibilities. After being surrounded by hundred goats or more, we picked two for us. Carla and Lady. Carla was easy going and friendly. She loved to interact with her humans but Lady was reserved and very skittish. We loaded up our girls and I settled on the fact that we would be back when we were ready to breed. We needed time to get used to the goats and they needed time to get used to us and their new home. We knew nothing about goats. Over the months that followed, we learnt much about their diet, their stomachs, what looked like illness by watching their poo. Treatment of worms, pest and hoofs. They taught us much and we loved them dearly. There was nothing more peaceful than watching the goats graze. Then the drama happened, but more about that next time.
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