I have wanted goats as long as I can remember. I have pictures from a family trip to Wisconsin in 1980 of goats on a grass roof of a restaurant, and thought that would be the coolest thing EVER! And I can’t say I remember the story, but I get a warm feeling when I think of the book Heidi… picturing a little girl with her grandfather and some warm goats milk. It just imprinted on me somehow.
I forgot this was inside me while living in Chicago with no goat to be seen. All it took was one conversation about getting land… having a farm or a ranch… and it just popped out of my mouth “…and I HAVE to have goats!”
Even before starting the business, we had accepted the Alpaca on the land we bought as our first sanctuary. I thought I’d get small goats also as pets to learn more before we foster or rescue them formally as well.
Luckily for me, Dale’s oldest brother had goats… and had an intact male… and ended up with more kids than he wanted. And luckily for me, his wife was none too keen on the smell of an intact male goat hanging around if they didn’t want more babies! So Billy was fixed, and we adopted him and Janey, a 10 month old pregnant doe.
I couldn’t be happier, and I can’t wait for our first birth on the ranch! Should be late June/July.