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The
Goat Story
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I had my first experiences with goats when dad brought a goat home
on my birthday. The silly goat had a broken leg from jumping off of high
objects. His leg eventually healed and he loved to find his way to top
of the barn and jump off for old time sake. Dad kept that old goat around
forever it seemed. I married my husband and moved onto a small farm. We had so much space that we needed to fill, that we tried rabbits, chickens, and pigs. After all of that we finally found our niche. Her name was Blue, a precious pygmy. Because her mother would not nurse her, we paid five dollars for her. We got a buck for Blue, his name was Billy. We also had about 3 1/2 acre's we were mowing, so we started to buy brush goats. Now down the road with the fence almost done and with 4-H, we have decided to join the ADGA and go with Nubians and Boer goats. So we need to cull some of our brush goats. It is very hard to replace them. Thanks to Charlene and John from the Vern Haven Farm for helping me with our goat adventures. They have left a long lasting impression on my family and myself! |