Goat dream
Mark
insinuated last year
that my goat
dream (or sheep
dream) was really a
rare instance of my biological clock ticking. At the time,
I protested too much, but in retrospect, I think he was partially right.
I came out of the goat
haze slowly around the same time I became pregnant with Weekend
Homesteader.
Giving birth to a paperback seems to have circumvented the urge to
raise our own grazing animals.
Which isn't to say that
I don't still think that I might like to try a milk goat --- some
day. I get a little flutter in my stomach when I look at photos
like these (taken while picking
up our chicken feed).
Maybe that's what normal women feel like when they coo over the scent
of a newborn human? (I'm glad to have an immunity to that
reaction.)
Luckily, the milk goat
dream has no deadline attached to it. So I can wait a decade or
two until the garden is weed-free and the chicken pastures have turned
into complex layers of trees, shrubs, and herbs. Maybe I'll wait
so long, I'll grow right out of it....
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About us: Anna Hess and Mark Hamilton spent over a decade living self-sufficiently in the mountains of Virginia before moving north to start over from scratch in the foothills of Ohio. They've experimented with permaculture, no-till gardening, trailersteading, home-based microbusinesses and much more, writing about their adventures in both blogs and books.
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Greetings Anna (and Mark), I am once commercial farmer / dairy herdsman. I have maintained a small herd of La Mancha dairy goats since 1981. I would not part with them, or what they afford me to do for friends and workmates. Our daughters, Kendra and Kara (now 30 and 27) were raised on goat milk,as well as the beef and lamb that goat milk helped us to raise. My teacherfriends love it when I bring fresh chevre' style sheese to share with them. Though we have had them but a short time (1992), I would hate to get shed-- bad pun -- of our Horned Dorset sheep, either. Ours are a very old-style pure horned flock that have adapted to our very hot, dry, centralCal evirons. They are good, useful beasts. I've enjoyed discovering your permaculture blog.
Mark Hess, Terra Bella, CA