Harry has the bluest eyes and he is my best goat friend. I
got Harry when he
was just a week old and bottle fed him. He knows I am his
mother. He is the
one goat that has me wrapped around his little finger. His
is the first name I call
when I am on the path to the barn. Harry is a little wether
who knows exactly
how I am feeling. My day starts and ends with Harry and I
can’t help it. He can be so naughty one minute and all is forgiven
the next --with a flash of those knowing Sinatra eyes.
Wherever the action is, Harry is right in the middle of it
-- and probably
the cause of it. If there’s a hole in the fence, Harry can
find it. If something can be chewed and destroyed, Harry
will
manage somehow. Harry is the perfect pet.
Stella,” properly titled “Happy Tailz PC Tempertantrum” –My
Sweeheart
Stella is white and gold. She is by far the kindest
animal in my herd. She never complains and will stand for
anything. She’s a patient and a loving mother. Last year
she produced a beautiful herd sire buckling along with two
doelings. She has a very wide escutcheon and nice front
end. Her udder is tightly attached. Her proportions and
overall conformation of dairy
character are evident
throughout.
Cinni Minni is the spice in our pumpkin pie. She is truly
tiny,
about 28 lbs., and we adopted her despite some latent
sucking issues that she had. We named her after
Burger King’s Cinnamon Rolls because she is two
toned like the buns. There are lots of things that
Cinni Minni isn’t. She isn’t put together right, she
isn’t perfect, and she isn’t going to win any
ribbons.
But she IS the smartest one of the bunch.
She’s a delightful, entertaining little elf. She has the
heart of a lion.
She, alone, stands up to our dogs with a whole
repertoire of head butts. The brains and brawn that come
with this
little package provide a lot of fun. Having Cinni
Minni on our farm reminds me everyday that life is what you
make it.
Our Herd
Loving and raising
little goats has put the “funny” into our farm. Whether our
goats are playing “King of the Hill” or leaping from platform to
plank, they are a constant source of curiosity, resilience, and
humor all rolled into one. Some people relax by looking at fish
swimming in circles in an aquarium. My goats are my fish. They
bring me peace, happiness, and a sense accomplishment. I grew
up in the heart of the City of Chicago and never once dreamed of
raising livestock or harvesting grain. My colorful goats and
the different crops grown on my farm give me a sense of being
closer to nature and to the old ways of past generations or
pioneers.
The thing I
appreciate most about goats in general is how forgiving they
are. We have to do so much to them, like disbudding, hoof
trimming, and immunizations. In the end, they love and forgive
all --if a treat is involved. A glimpse of my orange hoof
trimmers can send the herd running for cover until I break out
my secret weapon…a handful of grain. I can fool (and catch)
even the biggest sharpie out there. The relationship I have
with my herd is affectionate. We love each other. They count
on me and I like being counted on. They are my lap dogs with
hooves.
I began with just
two goats; a beautiful doe and a little wether companion. What
surprised me was just how much these two little pets tugged at
my heartstrings. My own children were growing up and leaving
home. I was ripe for the picking and those two little devils
sensed it. Every baa-baaaa had me jumping to serve (for a
while, until I got smart.) I was hooked on goats. More goats
followed because I discovered I could have kids and fun without
gaining 50 lbs. and having to give birth myself. They call them
kids for a reason: they can be spoiled and demanding or, if you
are lucky, patient but persistent. They are always full of
surprises. Each goat has its own unique personality and
emotional needs. I love trying to read their minds and try to
anticipate their next move.
I chose Nigerian
Dwarfs because, as I mentioned before, I am a city girl and I’ve
never been around large livestock. In truth, I was afraid of
the big ones! Full sized goats scared the Bejesus out of me and
so did the size of their “nanny berries.” When I first laid
eyes on a mini goat, something inside myself clicked. I
thought, “I can do this.” I chose to raise and breed Nigerian
Dwarfs because I liked their conformation and likeness to the
full size goats. I was totally impressed by what great mothers
and milkers they are. I liked the black ones, the gold ones, the
spotted ones, the chamois ones, the patched ones, the belted
ones, the tri-color ones…oh so many colors and patterns to
“collect!” Then it happened: I saw my first set of those
sapphire blue eyes…and the rest is history.
The goal of Goatasic
Acres goats is to raise high quality, farm-friendly animals that
will meet the many different needs for goats that people have.
Some people want a pet or 4-H project. Some people are looking
for high quality show stock. Some people need a good,
cost-effective milking goat (the poor man’s cow as goats are
sometimes referred as.) I think goats are the smart man’s cow
because they are cost effective, offer delicious naturally
homogenized milk by the buckets, and they are smaller and more
manageable for children or the elderly.
My breeding goal is
simple: to improve with each generation. I’m breeding within
the breed standards for size and conformation while using
husbandry techniques to get full capacity milkers. I’m trying
to breed multi-purpose goats whose common denominator is people
friendliness and manageability. Goatastic Acres goats are goats
that people can love and spend time with and/or show, milk and
be proud of. It is my hope that they will continue to bring joy
and success into the lives of their owners.
Whenever I sell a
Goatastic Acres goat, I make a contribution to Heifer,
International with part of the profit. I’m so proud to report
that last year our farm donated five goats and several flocks of
chickens to help families survive in other parts of the world.
Please reserve a Goatastic kid this year or make a donation to
www.Heifer.org
so, together, we can make the world a better place,
one goat at a time.
Doe's Secret Code of Honor
The doe's
secret code of honor is as old as goats themselves and is
ultimately the species best kept secret. No doe shall ever
kid before
its time. (Its time being determined by the following
factors):
1- No kid shall be born until total chaos has been reached
by all
involved. Your owner's house must be a wreck, their family
hungry and
desperate for clean clothes, and their social life
nonexistent.
2- "Midwives" must reach the babbling fool status before you
kid out.
Bloodshot eyes, tangled hair and the inability to form a
sentence mean
the time is getting close.
3- For every bell, beeper, camera or whistle they attach to
you,
kidding must be delayed by at least one day for each
item. If they use
an audio monitor, one good yell per hour will keep things
interesting.
4- If you hear the words, "She's nowhere near ready. She'll
be fine
while we're away for the weekend," Wait until they load
the car, then
begin pushing!
5- Owner stress must be at an all time high! If you are in
the care of
someone else, ten to fifteen phone calls a day is a sign
you're
getting close.
6- When you hear the words "I can't take it anymore!" wait
at least
three more days.
7 -You must keep this waiting game interesting. False alarms
are
mandatory! Little teasers such as looking at your stomach,
pushing
your food around in the bucket and then walking away
from it, and
nesting, are always good for a rise. Be creative and find
new things
to do to keep the adrenaline pumping in those who wait.
8- The honor of all goats is now in your hands. Use this
time to
avenge all of your barn mates. Think about your friend
who had to wear
that silly costume in front of those people. Hang onto that
baby for
another day. OH, they made him do tricks too! Three more
days seems
fair. Late feedings, the dreaded diet, bad haircuts, those
awful
wormings can also be avenged at this time.
9- If you have fulfilled all of the above and are still not
sure when
to have the kids, listen to the weather forecast on the
radio that has
been so generously provided by those who wait. Severe
storm warning is
what you're waiting for. In the heart of the storm jump into
action!
The power could go out and you could have the last laugh.
You have a
good chance of those who wait missing the whole thing
while searching
for a flashlight that works!
10- Make the most of your interrupted nights. Beg for food
each time
someone comes into the barn to check you. Your barn mates
will love
you as the extra goodies fall their way too.
Remember, this code of honor was designed
to remind man of how truly special goats are. Do your best
to reward those who wait with a beautiful doeling to carry
on the Doe Code of Honor for the next generation of
those who wait!