Fourteen years ago, when we first ventured into the goat
we did so with Hubbs' sister, Dr. Becky.
Our little herd consisted of her fainting goats
and my Nigerian Dwarf goats.
Today, all we have left are the 6 fainting goats that
inhabit one of our four upper pastures.
Of those goats, the only one of the original breeding stock
who is still with us is O'Malley.
She came to live on the farm at just a couple months of age,
and today is 14 years old.
Being the eldest, she is often picked upon by the other goats...
not by her daughter, Sally, but by the other four.
Yesterday, Dr. Becky moved O'Malley and Sally in what used to
be the three Nigerian Dwarf yards.
Now, mother and daughter can live in peace
with no competition for food or space.
It's good to have a couple souls occupying these yards...
they have seemed awfully empty since we lost our last
Nestled between the two groups of goats,
the chickens remain on lockdown in their own yard.
I always prefer that they are out free-ranging,
but during fox season (with parents teaching kits how to hunt)
it is much safer that the chickens remain behind
The ducks, after deciding that the scary white...