My name is Jeanne. For years, I had dreamed of living on a farm in the country and being a dairy goat farmer and cheesemaker. Now that I've moved into a 130-year old home, complete with it's own mill, in the country and rounded up some dairy goats, I plan to chronicle my life learning how to live with nature, with various critters, and all the amenities of rural life on two acres down in the valley. Come take a look-see.
Thursday, July 06, 2006
Muh-haaa Muhhh
Juniper and Tulip (two months old) coming after me for their milk!
"We know you've got it somewhere, lady. Hand it over and nobody gets hurt."
Juniper, one of two Nubians. She reminds me of a Goldie Hawn... Really cute, really lovable, always having fun, but not the smartest gal of the bunch. Sorry if I offended any Goldie Hawn fans out there...
Clover, the Toggenburg (five and a half months old). Sweet. Gentle. Slowest eater on the planet.
Ginger. Saanen. Seven months old. Herd Queen. Kid Butt-er. Don't let her smile fool you... she'll roll you for one morsel of grain.
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Have you learned what kind of fencing keeps them in the best?
Hi Danielle:
Anytime our goats have escaped, it wasn't due to the fencing. Although we use a heavy stock panel for their yard, and field fencing for the field. Whenever they've gotten out, it's been through a door left open, or (Clover only) by climbing up onto their hay feeder then over the fence (it's a bad set-up that's got a band-aid fix at the moment until I put the feeder in a more appropriate place), or by pushing open a door that wasn't secured, or by simply walking around a fence that wasn't quite long enough (Clover). When fencing in your goats, be sure to make the gates and doors so that they shut securely.
I was just enjoying your blog last night. You've got your hands full it looks like!
Jeanne
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