Keeping the dream alive

There have been days I thought that I was too old for dreams.  Then, I got goats.

About a month and a half ago, Char and I stopped in at Polymeadows Farm in Shaftsbury, VT and selected 4 kids that were a day or so old.  We’re not sure exactly because the dairy farm was inundated with kids and Jennifer couldn’t be positive who was born and when.  We chose ours based on two criteria:  sex and looks.  I didn’t realize until just writing this that I was so shallow.  But in my defense, we only wanted to try our hand at raising girls and picking them out came down to selecting a mixed bouquet of colors, shapes and features.

kaleidoscope of kids

Jennifer tried to assist us by quickly finding little girls and then marking them with a red grease stick as soon as we’d made a decision.  We only planned on picking up two, but when you’re surrounded by day-old kids, it takes very little to change your mind.  Our choices ended us up with mixes of Saanen, LaMancha and Nubian breeds and faster than you can say “Three gallons of milk a day for two months”, you’re driving down the road with a truck-cab full of kid goats.

Jennifer applies identifying marks

babies' first ride

Did I mention yet that Jim had put a ban on goats at our farm?  I keep forgetting these things.  I kept forgetting to tell him we had 4 new additions to the farm for a few days, actually, and by the end of the first weekend of owning them, I thought I’d better let him know before he came upon their stall and wondered what was going on in the barn.  There was an initial shock -I am sure it was enthusiastic -and by now he seems appeased that we are able to care for these new little buddies without our lives being ruined.  In fact, he might actually like them.

It has been a month and a half of ups and downs, for sure.  On another day I would like to share bios of our new kids and what they have taught us.  Everyone asks me “Why, Tammy, why?”  I delve into an explanation of my interest to breed the girls and milk them and have Wing and a Prayer Farm Chevre to offer someday. But, in the end, I must admit that it is because I allowed myself to dream.

livin' the dream

4 responses to “Keeping the dream alive

  1. Pingback: Scours – as bad as it sounds « Wing and a Prayer Farm·

  2. Pingback: Career or Stay-At-Home Goat? « Wing and a Prayer Farm·

  3. Pingback: Springing toward the dream « Sand and Shovel Homefarm Tales·

Comments are closed.