“Burn down your cities and leave our farms, and your cities will spring up again as if by magic; but destroy our farms and the grass will grow in the streets of every city in the country.” William Jennings Bryan

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

June 5, 2012

I always knew that Kath and I are different.

Here we were Sunday driving back from “Just Kiddin’ Around” farm north of Allentown with four young kid goats we had just bought – three in a homemade carrier made out of scrap plywood, hardware cloth, and two by fours, strapped to the bed of our pickup, and one goat, the smallest, inside the truck tucked up and sleeping on Kath’s lap…

I know it’s not what most people did Sunday afternoon. Most cars on the roads were filled with beach balls, beach chairs, etc either coming back from the shore or going to the shore. But like Kath said, its not so much that we are different, its just that this is who we are…its that we love the farm life, albeit ours is a very small farm, and we are meant to have a truck full of goats rather than one overflowing with beach chairs.

I have resigned to the fact that I would miss the animals and CSA more than I’d miss other things. It’s why that after we get home from our full time day jobs we head out back to weed, plant, harvest, clean stalls, water and feed the chickens, horses, and goats, etc. Usually we don’t get in till it begins getting dark, then we eat dinner…and in the morning we put on muck boots to go out and clean and feed and check on everybody before going to work. Many times I find myself sharing a fence rail with Patrick looking up at the stars, well before the world awakes…I don’t think that we would have it any other way.

The following are pics of our new purebred Boer doe goats. I am planning to raise them for eating brush and vegetation for hire – more or less a natural way to clean up overgrown areas. Our new venture is called “Quaker G’Oats”…Even if this venture doesn't pan out, I will still have four new friends! Its a win-win no matter!All four goats are a little over 3 months old now. Lucy is about half the size of Irene, Frances, and Mary because her mother ran dry early. We’ll catch her up on grain and she’ll grow out fine.





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