Wednesday, July 05, 2006
A story of Buddy, the D*** goat!
Once upon a time, there lived a women who desired so much to live in the country & have a farm. Now, the woman had a husband who knew of her desire & each time she asked for a farm he would respond "someday soon, honey". So that would satisfy the woman for a few seasons till she asked her husband if she could have just a few chickens to satisfy her farm yearning. The husband, knowing how unusual & determined his wife can be, responded " just a few, no more". So the woman quickly located a seller before her logical husband changed his mind. She picked up 3 hens and 4 chicks. She explained to her husband the chicks were for free and she just could not turn the deal down. Everything was wonderful for awhile. She would go out, collect eggs, converse with the hens and fuss over the chicks. As the chicks grew, it become obvious that 3 of the 4 chicks would be roosters. The woman quickly located homes for the 3 & kept her puffy white silkie chick named by her children "Strawberry"( after strawberry shortcake...). This would soon become a very loved and cherished hen by the womans son.
The hens satisfied the woman for the next few seasons untill spring came. The woman thought to herself "how nice it would be to have fresh milk to make cheese and yogurt". She had read how wonderful goats milk is and how much easier it is to raise a goat compared to a cow. She could raise a goat on her land of just over 1 acre. Now thinking back to how logical her husband can be, the woman armed herself with all the information she could on raising dairy goats. She checked out every book in the library system on the subject, read websites and forums, asked questions of other dairy farmers and finally asked her husband "May I have a goat to provide milk for our family. You know how expensive milk is now and they can give us up to a gallon a day"! The husband, not sure if this would be wise asked more questions of his wife and her unsual request. She had an answer for every question and seemed to know alot on the subject. He asked "how expensive are these goats"?
The woman, knowing he would ask this question said "not much as long as we do not buy registered goats". Satisfied , the husband said "just one, no more". The wife was so happy and made plans to go down to the auction house the following week. Now the wife did not have someone to help in a livestock auction & continued to be outbid by others. Determined, she bid on a pygmy. She soon learned that this was not a breed for her & after "going through" 4 more of this breed, she quickly sold them back at an auction.
One day the woman heard of an Amish market & auction that the locals sell their livestock. The woman traveled with her 2 children and pregnant self 1 1/2 hours south to deep Amish country. Looking around, she was not sure where to go and needed to get out of the heat. She, with her children tagging behind, ducked into a building close by. She had a seat up in the bleachers & noticed she was surounded by men dressed in blue shirts and pants held with suspenders. Wow! She was in a true Amish auction!
As Amish men herded out one animal at a time into the arena, she could hear the auctioneer speaking out numbers so quickly she became confused by who bid what on what. Soon, the men herded out a tiny skinny little goat with long floppy ears. The goat kept bleating and the woman, with pregnancy hormones taking over, bid on this tiny goat without even waiting to hear the auctioneers description. At first the auctioneer did not even see the woman was bidding despite her hand franticaly waving in the air. One of the herding men whistled over to the auctioneer bringing his attention over to the woman. He took her bid, then someone else bid over her. She was getting into the moment and refused to lose the baby goat to this man! She bid again and then...silence. It was like she did something wrong by outbidding this "english man". He did not outbid her this time, so the auctioneer called out "Whats your number?". What? the woman was confused, what did he mean her number? She suddenly remembered she had not registered when she arrived. The auctioneer said aloud " help the English woman up to the office and give them this card". So the woman followed a herdsman to the office, paid for her bid, and left to retreive her new goat. As the men were locating the kid goat, she realized she did not even know if it was a boy or girl. Well the man walked over and put the goat in the woman's waiting arms. It was beautiful! As she & the children walked to her SUV, she nuzzled it close whispering it will be o.k now. She would take care of .... Wait, she still had not checked to see if it was a boy or girl. Now remember the woman is pregnant and had a nice size bump preventing her from turning the kid, so she could check it. She said aloud " What are you anyway? I still do not know if your a boy or girl." A man walking by said " It's a boy!". Oh. oh my. "Well" she said, "you are going to need a name little buddy". Nothing seemed to fit him. As the woman placed the tiny goat on the floorboard of the front
passenger seat- since a red ryder wagon was in the back cargo-, she realized she had already given him the perfect name. Buddy.
I quickly trackled down buddy's former owners to a local Amish family in the Auction's township. It turns out he comes from a much prized family milker and the family could not keep both kids from his mother. They kept Buddy's sister and sent him to auction. The woman I spoke to told me he was Nubian and born June 3 which put him at 5 weeks of age when I bought him. That would be him on the day we brought him home. After showing him to goat connosuiers, they confirmed he is at least half nubian and half swiss?. Notice the ears and tassels? Despite his going through puberty and my having tobe armed with a squirt bottle each time I fed him, he has become a part of our cherished animal family. I had a "wife" for him ordered through a local breeder and she arrived back in January of this year. She is the much spoiled "Cleopatra". She is half alpine and half nubian. She comes very good "stock" as a milker with a mild temperment. She is very much treasured by me. I hope to have a few girls from her resulting of a mating planned for her & Buddy in the Fall.
I am not a very good story teller but thought this may be more exciting then just a normal posting. I tell stories to the children and thankfully they are not critical of my imperfections.
Now I must finish trimming limbs for the goat pen. Goodnight & sweet dreams my friends.
Posted by The Unusual Farmchick at 7/05/2006 04:32:00 PM