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.
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
And then there were three...
Clover, Juniper, and Tulip don't know what to do with themselves without Ginger. I can't even keep them in their field anymore. The first thing Clover does after I close the gate is to clip-clop over to the fence and jump right over. I think that she's looking for her friend Ginger. One good thing about Ginger's absence...with Ginger gone, I can feed the remaining goats without chaining them up first. I can walk into their yard, bowls of feed in hand, and not be mauled. I love that.
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