For a farm named after goats, I don’t post very many goat pictures. In part that’s because it’s nearly impossible to take pictures of goats. If you’ve have children you’ll notice you have lots of pictures up until the time they start crawling and then suddenly they start trying to take the camera out of your hands so you stop taking pictures for awhile. It’s like that with goats. As soon as you get the camera out, they all want to taste it.
That adorable expression they were sporting seconds before the camera appeared? Gone. I seriously need to work on my goat photographing skills before the kids come.
And then there are those goats that just don’t look cute at first glance.
But they quietly follow you around, strategically getting in your way and gazing stoically with big, soulful eyes until you have to stop mucking and pet them. When you stoop to refill a water bucket they take advantage of your position and suddenly there is a warm, fuzzy nose on your shoulder. They are happy to sit and nuzzle as long as you have time, or until the moment is broken by a loud, alfalfa smelling belch.
I know some goats are pushy and stand offish. I don’t own those goats. My goal here is to breed heart melting bundles of backyard milk. My plan was to get one pair of goats yet suddenly, just a few months after moving here, I accidentally have five bred does.
That means ten to fifteen babies coming this spring. I have no idea how much milk I’m in for but I’m guessing a lot since one goat provides us enough milk to drink. I see a whole lot of cheese in my future.