It has been a year since we brought home our first goats; three adorable, scared Oberhasli kids. I can’t remember ever being so excited about anything in my life (except when my 19 chicks arrived, or when I went to pick up Layla, or maybe when we bought a farm). We loaded Violet, Daisy, and Basil in the back of David’s Compass (much to his disdain) and embarked on an interesting (and wildly entertaining – to me at least) two-hour drive home. I’m not sure that David will ev

I get a pleasant view of the doe paddock from my milking room. It’s nice to gaze out into the woods while listening to the songbirds sing. Yesterday evening while I was milking Lucy I watched dreamily as Daisy calmly munched on leaves while all the other girls (and Cocoa Puff’s rowdy boys) were in the goat house with me. Daisy often browses away from the others. She seems to be my herd introvert and, while she gets along with the other does, she doesn’t seem to be a fan of

It was a dramatic morning here at Sweetgum Acres. I am typically up by 4:45 am to start milking. My alarm clock died last year and I never replaced it. I haven’t needed to. Somehow, this internal alarm clock still wakes me up on time - most mornings. That wasn’t the case this morning, however. When I opened my eyes and looked at the clock it was almost 5:30! I flew from the bed and scrambled to get all my milking supplies gathered up and ran to the goat pen apologizing