In the Beginning

I have always loved animals. I brought kittens and puppies home. I saved baby bunnies that the cat brought as live presents to our doorstep. Fell in love with horses, one of the most magnificent animals every young girl hopes to one day own. But goats? Never. Just what good are they? They could not be very interesting and who in their right mind would actually want to own a goat.

A friend and I rented a small farm with an old chicken house on and a small pasture for our horses. Made stalls, a tack and feed rooms appeared in the chicken house after hours of interesting labor on our parts ( Interesting because we had no clue as how to proceed but just winged it!) We added a few barn cats and our dogs visited the place to run and exercise.

How could one little goat who lived under the old wood heater we installed one winter change my mind? Well, he did. Named “Mr. Pea Leg Q C Stone”. He was so cute when he was small and so funny as he grew and so smart ( or maybe so stupid) when he matured. Goat have to be the clowns of the animal world. Nothing else can describe them.

A few goats here and there, then I married a farm boy in 1979 and a business opportunity came our way when we found that stinky old “Billy” goats that no one wanted in their pastures were worth good money when they were sent to Miami to the ethnic groups that were locating in the area. Each week we would meet the buyer with what we had gathered. Very good money then and I am sure the buyer made good money when he got them there.

We had a few kids but never tried to raise them, just buy and resell them for a while until…… I saw my first Boer goat! Our adventure begins!