Surprise!!!

​So in life we live and learn, right? Here we were, livin' our life and enjoying seeing our goats, who were no longer kids, out in the field. Then it happened. One day I looked out in the goat field and saw a little creature out there with our goats. I squinted and tried to make out what it was. Was it a cat? No, not quite a cat. A puppy? No, that's not it. The goats didn't seemed bothered by it. And then I realized what it was. It was a kid goat. Where on earth did that come from, I wondered! Did someone drop off a baby goat like they would an abandoned kitten? And then it dawned on me!!!! 

Obviously, we were still pretty new at the goat farming thing and basic biological facts hadn't been thought completely through until that moment! Oh, and it was winter. Cold. With a winter storm coming. And it was going to get very cold. We suddenly had a lot to do. We decided it would be too cold for the newborn to stay outside, so we made a spot in our bathroom for her. We had to figure out how to milk the mama, Martha, so we could feed the kid. And we had to expand our small shelter to have a milking station. The first time we milked Martha we brought her out of the field away from the other goats, and into our driveway.  Martha was so sweet and patient with us as we fumbled our very cold hand around her teats figuring out how on earth we were going to get milk out of there. Thanks to some YouTube videos and a bit of trial and error, we figured out the basics of milking and went from there. And that is how the goat-milking  part of our story began!