...the girls arrived in the bed of a truck. Here's a short recap of the last two months!
(Also, I think this photo is artsy blurry whereas Peter thinks it's lazy blurry. Luckily I have the keyboard and hence all the power MUAHAHAH)
1. In the two weeks before their arrival, Peter and I (and his dad! thx Frank) built them a fence and a pen and a milk stand and hay feeders and essentially a life (you're welcome goats). They've given us so much in return - most deliciously, their milk, most importantly their love (lol this is so (goat) cheesy i.e., chevre-y, but Peter and I are obsessed, okay? Still, he's going to hate that I wrote this...)
The first few weeks were so hard, like, omg-what-are-we-doing hard. Hope hated to be milked and we had to tie her legs to the bench and our fingers had no idea what to do with the utter/teet situation and we knocked over enough buckets to know the saying is wrong: you should absolutely cry over spilled milk. At first we were too scared to leave them outside alone because we thought a coyote would eat them, and one day we came home and they were gone (soon to be discovered in the front lawn, but still). Button survived eating a garbage bag, and we realized Pixie is not having a seizure several times a day; she's just a special goat. We watched the kids grow (jealous of how effectively they got milk out of Hope) and eventually Hope became tolerable on the milk stand (as in, Peter didn't have to lift her kicking and goat-screaming into place).
2. Soon after, we added to our herd: cue Rogue, Voody and Zoo! (Peter would like to point out that I already used this photo to which I'm saying DUH IT'S A RECAP).
The two herds were so separate at first and I guess that's still true, but they have gotten more integrated. Rogue quickly established herself as herd queen and that's also still true. Voody and Rogue each took turns butting Winnie and now Winnie is (still) scared of all goats. What else? We no longer keep Zoo in a crate at night out of fear that Mariooch and Kidaloo will butt her to death. We also no longer expect Rogue to not poop all over the barn when she's done milking. We don't expect Voody to be nice to Hope and let her eat hay-- basically we've accepted them for who they are: mean to each other but friendly and lovely to us. (Zoo has gotten friendlier and friendlier by the day. Yesterday she fell asleep in my arms and Peter noticed she makes a purring noise when she's pet for long enough).
3. Then came the beast. We felt terrible about locking Pixie and Button in their new pen (built by Peter, his dad, and his mom + a tiny bit of help from me) but they've kind of gotten used to it. We think Pixie and Button are pregnant, but that's all I want to say about goat breeding.
4. I think that brings us to this week, which was probably the last for cherry tomatoes. Peter and I did some apple picking in the backyard, which Peter's mom then turned into an amazing apple butter that I'd be happy to drown in. (I think we took more pictures than apples but, oh well).
In the coming week I'd really like to get a few ducks - can we really be a "couple of quacks" without them? I think not. That's a job for Peter on Craigslist while I write and start a nannying gig because farming and writing haven't proved to be the most lucrative professions (yet). This will be Peter's second to last week working for Penny's farm which means the season is almost ending. The last two months have just flown by (get it? like ducks?). I have no idea what winter means for us and milk production - will it stay the same, decrease significantly, or pitter out entirely? Is Peter really going to insist on milking twice a day when it's freezing and dark and, did I mention, freezing? If so, can we get a fireplace in the barn?*