My dear friend, Jill, has to move. She is devastated that she had to give up her goats. She trusts us to spoil our goats and entrusted us with her “baby”, a large registered Saanen who yesterday gave us a gallon of milk without kicking or sitting in the bucket. Oh happy day. Dear Katrina is on Craigslist. The Saanen is Elsa’s mother and the two of them will make, not only excellent milkers for our homestead, but very sweet pets as well.
Jill sold the rest of her goats to our friends, Rob and Amy, who are still waiting to break ground on their house so we were called to babysit until they can move the goats to their property. Out of Jill’s car jumped a one week old Alpine with the most beautiful markings, a year old Saanen/Alpine mix, and the most adorable four week old Dwarf wether. He is cute. He screams like a little girl and gets lost easily. In the living room. They also bought our Buttercup, Katrina’s doeling, so all counted, we have seven goats on the back porch, four babies total, with three of them being bottle fed on different schedules. Their schedules written out on the new chalkboard kitchen door. Forget Prozac, we have goat kids. A goat nursery is the number one way to lighten one’s mood.