We have to sell some goats.
Now on the face of it, that sounds like every other goat rancher around Christmas time, and we always need to sell some goats. However, this is another unexpected turn in the goat business. One day you are busy building a barn and the next thing you know you are in the hospital awaiting your second surgery on that broken leg. Yes the very leg that was underneath you when you fell from that scaffolding putting up just one more piece of siding.
Mike and I have suffered many bumps and bruises since we have been in this goat game, but I bet Mike is the first one to ever fall off the side of a barn. Since Mike has been out of commission, I have learned to watch myself very carefully. Just catching and holding that new mom while I make sure her teats are working, gave me a big old bruise on the hand. I have strained my back pulling a new mama into the kidding pen and even my tame old girls seem somehow to know I am on my own and want to let me know that even though I carry the feed, they do not owe me their cooperation. The buck, normally a perfect gentleman, has suddenly become very territorial. I am carrying the squirt bottle just to let him know to keep his distance.
Cow Creek Farm has always been a two man (Ok one-man, one-woman) operation and suddenly I find that I am alone without a plan. I have made it through the initial kidding, but find that my choices are limited for round two. So with great regret, I have decided to sell my prime brood does along with my beautiful new buck that has given me 99% does. He is the brother to the ABGA National Champion Senior Buck. I have priced them as a herd package and chosen some of my young keeper doe kids to sell individually. Details are on the front page of our web site, www.cowcreekfarm.com
This was not done without some tears and I will truly hate to see these girls go. Someone will get years of selective breeding and the results of our experience, but Cow Creek Farm can only afford one injured owner right now. We are NOT leaving the goat world, and I plan to keep about 10 does, mostly young and not expecting. Mike will heal and we will rebuild our herd, but right now, I need to get this thing to a manageable size.
As the sergeant on Hill Street Blues said, “Be Careful Out There” (or at the very least have a back-up plan.)
Lea Ann Robison