Because I didn’t die my husband offered to give me anything I wanted. Little did he know!
Let me backtrack, from February 2009 when I first got sick until the end of April 2010 I had respiratory issues that all the doctors I saw couldn’t help me with. I could not breath and seemed to react to many, many airborne substances. Finally at the end of April I found a sweet, practical and pragmatic doctor who helped get well and over time all the issues ( except those related to aging, haha) disappeared. In May the husband finally had relief from anxiety as I began to get better.
He was delighted and offered to get me anything I wanted!
I wanted miniature goats..Nigerian Dwarfs to be exact. They are a small dairy goat easy for children and elders to handle, sweet dispositions and wonderfully sweet milk. They also were far less expensive to house and feed. I had had a large herd af standard size goats in the past from mixed grades to purebred Nubians , Oberhalsis and Boers . I knew I enjoyed goats. I had no idea what an enriching experience this would be!
“Go for it” he said. And I did.
I purchased my first small herd on May 16th. When the “bred” doe didn’t kid the end of June my daughter bought me a baby doeling and I was able to purchase her sister at half price. Summer went into fall and we enjoy all the care and antics of my herd and hoped for good breedings for winter to spring babies.
As the milk dwindled I started look for another milker in late September. I was able to negotiate a deal for a doe and buck that came home on Oct 21st. Because my first buck had horns and had been encouraged to butt I didn’t really like being near him. He had appeared to breed a couple of does but they keep coming back into heat. However the new guy was different…docile, hornfree, potent. he bred the doe we bought on the ride home! I moved the horned buck on and we settled in for the winter.