While we were waiting around for Monte to romance Artemesia,
Tonya took me on a tour of her operation. She has about eight happy
does, one of whom is pregnant, plus three bucks. Add in a turkey (whose
mate had recently become dinner), five layers, three young silkies, and
roughly half a dozen dogs, and their homestead was hopping with life.
Tonya sells most of her
kids, so she's used to folks wanting to tromp around in her pastures. As
a result, she was all set with little medical booties to cover my farm
boots, keeping any diseases I might be tracking in off her farm and any
of her diseases off mine. The booties didn't fit Mark's feet, but he
didn't mind babysitting our doeling while I went on the grand tour.
I was particularly taken
by their milking stanchion, which features a side piece that swivels
into place then locks with a latch. Although I like our current stanchion,
Mark considers its design imperfect. So we may eventually upgrade to
something like this when Artemesia begins giving milk in the spring.
Their manger was just the right size for one bale, but I felt like it allowed for more spillage than ours. No upgrade necessary there!
A couple of years ago, I
would have wanted to spend quite a while with these fat and sassy does.
But Artemesia has won over my heart so completely that I dismissed these
perfect specimens as OPG (other people's goats) and moved on. I'd
rather load our first freshener back in the car and wind home to enjoy a
goat afternoon in our own oat fields rather than pet Cocoa Bean and the
other girls whose names had nothing to do with chocolate and were thus
forgettable.