If you read my “About” you learned that I can’t tolerate cow milk. (Also, you read that I was not a swell English student. Always, always, always remember that. ) Good thing we are not going to try to milk those Angus things in the down stairs pasture. The fact is we started this whole venture so that I could somehow figure out how to eat ice cream. Miss it like you wouldn’t believe. Once I get the milk thing down, I will then need to figure out how to make it not using sugar either. I WILL get it figured out. My motto is and always has been: If there is a will there is a way. Unless, of course, God’s will comes along and shoots me off course. And I will gladly oblige. Anyhoo… (my sister always says that)…Many people who cannot tolerate cow dairy do very well on goat dairy. We will make our own butter, milk, yogurt, cheese, ice cream, etc. ALL from these two tiny little goats. We are going to give it a shot anyway.
So cute little Lilly and Mo have been pregnant in our estimation for about 8 months. When the gestation for a goat is 150 days or 5 months. They were supposed to have been bred before we got them . So along they come and we looked forward to a January/February delivery. Never happened. We don’t even know what to look for. I kinda heard that there is no real physical signs from the outside. We just stare around at them. Looking at their hind ends. I think I expect to see something just spill out.
The cute little does at this point are saying, “Just GO away. And come back when you have some idea what you are doing.”
But really. We REALLY think…I mean, I REALLY think they are pregnant now. That udder bag thing that is hanging down between her hind legs was not there a few months ago. And, yes, we have a buck that could get the job done. Meet Buster Brown..
He is a stud, man. He kinda reminds me of my youngest son when he was that age just boppin’ along havin’ a good ol’ time minding his own business.
I am a little nervous about the day they decide to give birth. And the fact that the girls don’t like me touching them AT ALL, I am concerned about the milking process. I go into the barn every morning half expecting to see a bloody gory mess. So far, so good.
They are funny little creatures and we are enjoying getting to know them.
Have yerself a super day!