Over the weekend we accumulated a few more animals for the farm. If you would have asked me a year ago if we would have cows, goats, a stray cat with a broken leg, and some gimpy guineas on the land, I would have said you were crazy. Mainly because I don’t have a clue what to do with any of them.
In fact, when Chip “surprised” me on Saturday and said we were getting goats, I argued with him the entire way. I reminded him of what happened two months ago when we got the baby calf that needed to be bottle fed. When the little guy got out of the trailer, we ended up chasing him up and down the highway for two hours. We finally caught him and my oldest son was the only one left smiling.
I will be honest with you, I don’t like learning new things and I am not a fan of challenges. Every time we introduce a new breed of animal to our land, it is stressful. Mainly because we all assume these animals are going to trust us and allow us to herd them peacefully to where they belong. Not at all. None of these pictures give the experience any justice. In fact, these pictures actually make us look like we know what the heck we are doing.
This picture for instance, every one here is contained. I am taking pictures of my new adorable goats. Five minutes later… chaos.
To get them from this pen to theirs on the land involved a lot of teamwork. The only problem, our team consist of 4 terrified kids who are scared of these kicking and screaming goats… and ok, maybe I was too. There was a lot of yelling, crying, and goats flying. One baby got out of this pen and snuck right past me and headed for the hills. Or shall I say highway. So yup, there we went again… a mile chase down the stinkin’ highway, in and out of barbed wire fences. Finally I got the idea to act like its mother and make weird mom noises and he stopped to look at me and Chip tackled it. There is no picture of him in the back of the truck because I was too mad to even think about it.
We got these goats from some friends in town. They said they knew a guy who started out with 5 and years later his herd of goats were paying for his kids college tuition. Chip hopes this happens to us. I may have to learn about goat farming now. Or maybe these lively little punks go to the sale barn in two weeks. We will just have to wait and see.
In a weird way I am thankful for a husband who forces me out of my comfort zone. These experiences, though stressful, always seem to draw all of us closer together as a family. We have to work hard to appreciate what we have. The more we work through these experiences, the stronger we get as a team.
And for this little team of five… you watch, I will have them eating out of my hand in one week.
Ok, let’s call it two weeks…