For years I’ve both railed against how bad goats smell and been drawn to Nigerian Dwarf goats, the milky strain, rather than the meaty strain…which, of course, makes no sense. My husband would say, “That’s not logical,” to which I most often reply, “Okay, what’s your point?” Logic is not high up there in my motivational excuses department.
Anyway a friend up north a bit has some baby Dwarf Nigerian doelings, who would be a lovely addition to the farm and provide milk for the growing pigs each year (assuming I could figure out how to milk them, and get them to cooperate. They are small. They are probably, like all goats, escape artists…and they do smell, except I have been there and the smell was nothing like the smell I get bombarded with at friends’ farms where there are saanens and nubians, that goat smell you can’t shower away, something I really don’t wish to be perfumed with for the rest of my farming days. So, between now and Thursday, when I go up to see these little urchins, I need to research the whole subject. (I am reminded that 10 years ago, when I was still a very short time from my almost lifetime position of president of the mythical American Doghaters Association, I fell in love with my border collie, in much the same way: circumstances put her in front of me, and she and I connected. It feels the same way with these goats, but I will wait til Thursday and give them the sniff test again, and …who knows, next week, I may be the proud mother of a couple of little doelings. (and bottle feeding, not my idea of fun; need to factor that in.)
Tonight our next big snowstorm is to start, continuing throughout the day tomorrow, if the weather guys can be believed. Sure smells like snow out there. Enjoy!