I spent part of the morning looking at paperwork regarding organic certification and the records trying to make sense of all the bureaucratic gobbldygook guanofication that results from government interference. What have I gotten myself into? I shall not think about that as a big picture. I will muddle through and try to enjoy the experience. The most enjoyable experience today was seeing two little baby goats, born just two days ago. Three had been born on the same morning, but one got smothered to death by the mother. Sad, but it happens.
These goats were all friendly. The mother of the two you see in the picture is an almost all black goat named Hannah. She was there to greet us at the door. I had the most fun with a smaller female who came up to me while I was talking to the keeper and she planted her two front hooves in my hip as if to say, "Hey, pay attention to me!" She was a really affectionate goat.She wanted to suck on my fingers and loved having her neck scratched. I had the presence of mind to turn the camera around and get a shot of her. The other five females in the pen are all pregnant as well. In the second picture you can just make out the wire fence that separates the males on the left side of the barn.
According to a farmhand who's been there for nine months, the 7 females there combined produce about a gallon of milk a day. Neither Twyla nor I are much into drinking milk, but we like cheese and some of the things you make with milk, so we still think about how nice it would be to have goats.
I have so much more I could say, but I'm exhausted, and I spent way too much of my day feeling like I was freezing to death. I can't wait for spring.
Shalom, Y'all
Is it my imagination or is that Billy goat smiling?
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