My mom and step-dad came up for my brother's wedding and stayed with us. My step-dad and I really accomplished a lot. There were sitting in the kitchen having coffee one morning while I went out to let all of the animals out and feed and water them. I walked in the barn and all was well. I opened the door to the pasture and didn't see the fence. We use electric netting for the poultry and goats (for now). I thought part of it had fallen down. I couldn't imagine how that would happen. I walked out to do a little checking and over 100 feet of the fence was just gone. I walked to the section where the fence was still there. I saw fence dragged around the corner of the barn. I walked around the corner of the barn and saw this:
The next big story is that we are officially goat owners. I went to the livestock auction just to check things out. I wasn't planning on buying a goat and then this little black and white beauty came out. I'm a sucker for black and white animals. Good thing they don't sell zebras. My auction card flew in the air and the next thing you know, I was a goat owner. My 13 year old niece was with me. I have a Jeep SUV. She was going to hold it in the back for the 30 minute ride home. I went to put her in the back and just as the hatch was about to close, out she came. The chase was on. The farm that belongs to the Amish gentleman who owns the auction house is very close....and he has many goats. They all started cheering on the goat on the lamb (pun intended). Some other auction-goers saw our dilemna and helped us capture the little fugitive.
I put her back in the Jeep and went on our merry way. About halfway home, I called Chad to let him know to get the pen ready. I didn't tell him what I was bringing home and acted like I was getting bad reception. He didn't fall for it. Hey, it's easier to ask for forgiveness than permission. I swear I didn't plan on buying her, but could you resist this?
|Here is Gaabby trip-tropping over the bridge. Luckily, the troll wasn't home.|
This guy is a homesteader who raises goats. He ended up sitting with us for the auction. We're half watching the auction and chatting about all things goat. He's talking about something and I'm nodding agreement and kind of watching the current goat on the block. We continue talking and the auctioneer bangs his gavel, "SOLD to the guy in the second row." I look up and he's looking right at me. "Number please?" I look over to my newfound friend, "Did I just buy that goat?". "I think you did", he said with a smile. "How much did I pay for that goat?" I asked. It eneded up it was only $65 and was a grade Alpine with papers. I felt like I was in a sitcom. I didn't think those situations really happened in the real world. I think the next time I go to the auction, I'm going to try to find one of those contraptions they put on you when you break your neck and also sit on my hands. Of course, I now have carte blanche to bring home anything and say, "I wasn't bidding on it. I was just nodding and bought a __________!"
|Here is our accidental goat, Taabitha.|
|Staar and Shaasta. The two faces by my hand. Shaasta has blue eyes!|
|Esmerelda fka Snickers|
Oh, oh. I probably should have put this story first. We went to the Country Living Fair in Columbus, OH, stood in line for about 2 hours, and MET THE FABULOUS BEEKMAN BOYS. They really have inspired us in our farm endeavors. Their reality show on Planet Green was what finally helped me talk Chad into moving to the country. I owed them a HUGE thank you (and probably Chad a smack in the head, but we all have to do things in our own time). We bought their heirloom cookbook which is chock full of great recipes and has places to add your own to become heirlooms for future generations.
How is fall treating you?