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

I’ve stooped to some new lows this week. I know I said I wanted Lucy to wait until this weekend to kid, and I did. But I also anxiously rushed home every day hoping to see babies. All those work hours were torture as they crept by so slowly. Every day I was disappointed when I got home and there were no babies. But Lucy didn’t care. She just looked at me contemptuously while I stared at her lady bits. I’ve never looked at goat lady bits as much as I have this week. You

Thank you for following our adventure. We’ve had so much support and help along the way. It’s always great to hear words of encouragement and to learn people are actually watching our journey. It was -2 degrees this morning when I trekked out at 5 am to milk a goat and break ice in water buckets. I’ve been terribly paranoid about all the animals in this awful cold, but they seem to be handling it better than the humans. With the chores done, I’m now warm and sitting insid