From Cautious to Courageous…Raising Goats
From Ann Marie Titsworth, Lot #2
The night our twin goats were born I had no idea what we were in for. Goats seem to me to be a constant contradiction; how can something so cute and sweet cause you so much strife?
But, sigh, that’s our story of owning goats; especially regarding the young ones. Only a goat could stare at you with those precious eyes as she munches on your favorite plants, oblivious to her wrongdoing. (“Why wouldn’t I eat this delicious leaf?”) They’re master escape artists but with no clue how to get back into that place with the hay, water, friends, mom…and once in, with our help, priority number one is getting back out.
(Note: while writing this post, three of our four goats escaped from the pen. Three new posts and some fence-mending later, all four are still inside.)
Despite their mischief, watching them grow up has been amazing. They started that first night bawling like kittens. The next day they were hobbling around and I even caught one with a piece of hay in her mouth. Those unforgettable newborns are now ready to become dairy goats for our homestead. I am grateful for the laughs, the wonderful fertilizer and compost, and…the exercise.