“You must do the thing that you think you cannot” Eleanor Roosevelt
Ordered real dairy goats today. A Saanen and an Alpine. We will pick them up sometime in February from Poplar Hill Farm in Scandia, Minnesota. We will drive 6 hours with one week old baby goats in the back seat, on the girls laps, with bottles in hand. We will bottle feed them for 8-12 weeks, several times a day. God, I can’t wait. It makes me so happy just thinking about it.
The Saanen will be Sabrina’s and the Alpine will be Caroline’s. Saanen’s are an all white dairy goat. They are suppose to have a very peaceful nature and easy to handle. They will give one to two gallons of milk a day. The Alpines come in a variety of colors. Caroline will get to pick which one she wants, once the kids are born. Sara, at the farm, will send us pictures of the doelings the day that they are born. The kids will stay with their moms for a week, so they can take in the colostrum in the dam’s milk, which is vitally important to the doelings health.
We will wait a year or so to breed one of the goats, and receive another set of beautiful babies, and the goat’s milk that we will be so grateful to have. Both of these breeds usually give birth to singletons or twins.
To make the decision to take the leap into another act of self-sustainability feels fantastic. I finished a book about a month ago called Goat Song by Brad Kessler. He said this about goat’s milk cheese, which is what Chris and I are most interested in making: …when we tried the the fresh chevre the following afternoon it tasted like nothing we’d ever eaten before;-a custard, a creamy pudding, the cheese so young and floral, it held within it’s curd the taste of grass and herbs the goats had eaten the day before. It seemed we were eating not a cheese, but a meadow.” I just love that thought. That same person who wrote that quote, started off his journey by picking up two goats one day, years ago. Now he is eating meadows. I feel like I am at least walking in that meadow today. I just love thinking of those baby goats growing in those does right now, getting ready to be so loved and cared for by my family and the earth.
Put up plastic in the corn crib where the open slats are not covered. Kind of cozy now. Learned to refill an old staple gun. Found an egg on top of a hay bale( Felt like an Easter egg hunt ). Still appreciating the chocolate colored ( I almost typed covered) egg that Melissa must be laying. Never had that color before. It looks so pretty in the egg carton next to the white ones. Rearranged the chicken area so they are extra cozy in there on days like today, when it feels like negative 10. They won’t be walking in the sunshine today. It is a day to hunker down and read a good book or write a post in a new blog. Wonder if that is what those chickens are doing out there right now?