The Kids are Alright

If I had a dime for every time I said "We no longer have a place here for goats" only to turn around within a few months and buy more goats, I would at least have a pretty hefty side income.  I am not sure that I would have earned that dime this last time around though.  This time I was fully aware that the absence of goats was temporary:  We simply had no way to juggle goats while reorganizing stalls, pens, and fences.  Yes, I did just have a great mental image of a goat-juggler complete with sound-effects. Didn't you?

I had given myself the green light for new goat acquisition to begin this spring, and I have really been looking forward to it.  Is it spring yet?  Not really.  But close enough.​  

Despite all of the excitement, I must say that I am proud of the self-restraint we have all exhibited lately.  We are making a point to be highly selective about the individual doelings we will be adding to the herd.  If you do not know goats you must understand how difficult this can be because: all doelings are really cute.  We have also been willing to travel greater distances to find our little goat girls in an effort to give us a wider genetic variety to start with.  No one is complaining because we really enjoy our road trips together.  And they are even better when the return trip includes a baby goat.

We now have three babies to look after -- including two bottle babies -- after about a month of searching.  Another will be joining us at the beginning of March and we are on at least one more waiting list with a breeder for spring kidding.  It is going to be a busy spring around here.

And the business won't stop with spring either as we will have nearly a full year of frolicking and cuddling with the new recruits before they are ready to join Cupid & Psyche as part of the herd.  

I don't have a problem with that.  I don't even have a problem with the part that includes having goat kids in my living room.  I am a wee bit nervous about how we will manage it all as the chaos grows.  By the way, chaos always grows.  Read Michael Crichton.  He understood this.  But, hey, it will be fun.  It always is.