Do you live on a farm right now? Maybe you grew up on one, or you have always wanted to experience farm life. Have you ever felt that you were made to raise animals, grow crops, experience any kind of agriculture? I would like to introduce myself to you.
I was raised on a farm. We had some chickens, ducks, geese, goats, cats, dogs, rabbits, a horse, even some sheep at one time and occasionally some pheasants. But for the most part we were a beef farm. We had up to 100 head of cows: Simmental, Charolais, Hereford, and mixes in between. I loved it. Couldn’t imagine a life without it. I loved the husbandry, the work, and also the competition showing.
And then life happened. Or at least my attention got turned to other pursuits. I left behind the family farm that my parents owned. I tried college for a while, my major was Animal Science of course. I wandered a bit, lived in different places, met different people.
Fast forward about 25 years. I have a husband of many years, and a son who is 15. This son of mine is just like me, loves animals and really, really wants some. I had almost forgotten how much I loved them. How perfect a fit raising animals were to me. It started with a farm dog, a cute little Corgi named Wrangler. Then soon we had 2 goats: a Saanen and a Nubian. It didn’t take long before they brought my heart back to my roots and showed me what I had been missing. We got ducks (loved them!), chickens (they were OK), and pigs to raise for meat. By the way it was my first experience with pigs and of course I loved it!
We bred the goats. Dairy animals were a new experience for me. I always had told people that we didn’t milk our cows, we ate them. I had always thought milking was a chore, but once I got the hang of it, I loved it. I came alive again. Over the past 7 years, I have owned a few different Nubian goats and the same Saanen. Everyone falls in love with the Nubians. The pendulous ears, the Roman nose, the colorful hides. I had a love/hate relationship with their diva attitudes. And their big voices!
But yet I always kept the same Saanen. I never heard of this breed before. This Swiss breed that was large framed, and pure white. And full of milk. Lots and lots of milk! This one goat had slowly captured my heart and I didn’t even see it coming. She is smart, funny, loving, loyal. She stares into our bedroom window if I don’t get out of bed fast enough to feed her in the morning. She doesn’t talk much but somehow I hear her. She loves her kids and gives of herself to them. She was a good fit.
I can’t imagine not having any animals in my life now. I hope that I am able to always have some around me. For comfort, love, comic relief, fulfillment. I have come full circle and feel like I am home. I would love to connect with you, share with you updates and milestones. Make sure you sign up below!