Welcome, Dairy Goats!

What a wonderful weekend I had...even if being sick is still taking its toll a bit. (But enough whining already!)

I raised dairy goats for many, many years when my children were young back in the Midwest.

I had a beautiful herd of Oberhasli dairy goats, but life 'got in the way' for a while and as the kids grew up and interests moved from goats to sheep, I opted to sell my goats and to get out of them altogether for a while.

A year ago, I bought a share of a goat (that's the only way that you can legally buy raw milk in Virginia) and had a goatshare, which provided me with wonderful, fresh, raw milk and cheese for approximately nine months, until the herd owner dried up the girls to get them ready to kid in January.

The more I thought about it...the more I realized that the time was right for me to get back into the wonderful world of the dairy goat again. It's a big commitment, as when you have a dairy animal, you cannot just pick up and take a vacation or have a weekend away whenever you like. Rain or shine, in sickness and in health, you have to be there for your dairy goats -- they don't milk themselves, after all.

After much soul searching and weighing of pros and cons, I have decided that the time really IS right. I want to be home more than I have been in recent years. I love to travel, but being away so much the past few summers has caused me to miss out on so much that is occurring right in my own back yard. There are so many wonderful things to enjoy about the summers -- particularly, as a school teacher who has those summers off -- that I'm making myself excuses to stay home. I'm planning and prepping to begin planting the biggest garden that I have planted in years. I kept back several turkeys to, hopefully, provide me with poults that I will be raising for next Thanksgiving. I am building a new little goat/chicken/turkey barn so that all of my animals have the very best environment possible. I am starting a chicken flock again and...I recently purchased three dairy goats.

Once the decision was made to get back into goats, the next decision was...which breed?

Again...much soul searching went into my decision and, in the end, I came to realize that since it's mostly 'just me' here, I don't really need a high producer like a standard sized Saanen or Oberhasli. I don't need a gallon of milk a day...or anything close to that. I just want enough milk for drinking, for baking, for cheesemaking, and...if I have a little bit left over, for fun things like fudge and goat milk soap.

I researched and researched and I have happily decided to raise a mini-herd of mini-milkers. It's a mini-herd because I don't plan to have very many goats -- just enough to supply me with the milk that I need for my personal use. Mini-milkers are something that was not even heard of in the goat world when I was raising standard sized dairy goats back in the 90s.

For those of you who have not yet been enlightened to the wonderful world of the mini dairy goat, the minis are crosses between standard sized dairy goat does (Oberhasli, LaMancha, Saanen, Toggenburg, Nubian, or Alpine) with Nigerian Dwarf bucks for first generation minis. They combine the best of both worlds -- a goat that doesn't eat as much or need as much space, but that still has the wonderful dairy character of the standard foundation breed -- combined with the personality and the high butterfat content of the Nigerian Dwarf goat.

I feel a bit like Goldilocks. The standard goats are too big for what I want (too much milk, eat more, and need more space). The Nigerian Dwarves are too small (hard to milk with their tiny teats, escape artists, and back breakers when bending over them). The minis should be 'just right'. They are a mid size, give a nice quantity of milk, and...best of all, it should be great quality milk, too, with the wonderful butterfat content of the Nigerian Dwarves.

I picked up my first doe today....Jill, a sweet little mini-Nubian.

Jill is (hopefully) bred and due to kid in mid-April. My barn isn't quite done yet, so she has taken up temporary quarters in with my turkeys. Interestingly, there is a little doghouse that has been in that pen forever (I thought that the turkeys might decide it would be a great place to nest and to lay eggs...but so far, they have not set foot inside the doghouse.) Tonight, after getting Jill all settled in (photos coming soon), I went back out to see how she was doing -- if she had found everything okay. When she heard me coming, she popped her head out of the doghouse and looked as comfortable as can be. I think that little doghouse may just end up moving into the new barn with her when she goes. She's a little wild, but with gentle handling and lots of TLC, she should come around nicely. My other two girls, Iris and Millie (mini-Alpine),

will be coming home in a few weeks -- after the barn is done. This will actually work out perfectly, as it will give me time to get Jill comfortable here and to give her the chance to bond with me a bit before her new companions arrive at home in a few weeks.

Just had to share...more to come!

False Spring has Sprung

This past week has been a crazy one for me. I am recovering from a bout of pneumonia which, in all honesty, probably should have put me in the hospital...but I'm too stubborn an old girl to do that, so I've been nursing back to health slowly. I cannot remember the last time when I have taken so much medicine. I don't take anything -- an aspirin or Tylenol for a headache, nothing. Zero...zip...nada. This week, however, I have been laden down with all sorts of things -- scary things that I'd prefer not to take, actually. Cough medicines, antibiotics, steroids, and an inhaler. I always have to laugh when they ask me which medications I take during the intake portion of the exam and I say, "None." It's as though they don't believe me. "None?", they ask, skeptically...and then it kind of ticks me off that maybe the think that I have just forgotten which meds I take.

"Not anything? Nothing for high blood pressure? Diabetes? Cholesterol?"

"Nope," I reply..."None."

I think that it is because I am over 50 and overweight. Not morbidly obese, mind you, but not as thin as I once was. However, I attribute my general good health to an active lifestyle and eating mostly natural, homegrown things.

But...that is not the real point of today's post. It is just an aside that I thought about as I started to type.

What this post is REALLY about is our exceptionally mild winter and my fear that with the warm weather we have been having that the plants are responding as if spring is already here. Can you blame them? We have had not one flake of snow so far this winter and it is almost the last day of January. The temperature this past weekend was quite warm and it is supposed to reach 70F by Wednesday. My daffodils are poking up out of the ground and many of the trees are starting to bud.

"Too soon," I keep thinking..."It's too soon!"

Yet...we all get sucked into this early spring thing. I was at the feed store this afternoon and folks were loading up carts with seeds and all sorts of gardening items. I, too, succumbed to the call of the garden sirens. I placed my seed order this week from

Southern Exposure Seed Exchange

...my very favorite seed supplier. They are local to me here in Central Virginia (actually at the other end of the very same county where I live). I went crazy with ordering...but that's okay. I plan to save those seeds that I do not sow this season.

I also pulled out the little peat pots and Jiffy mini "greenhouses" (quite a stretch calling them greenhouses, actually -- more like plastic trays with clear plastic lids). I bought all sorts of good things and I am going to be sowing some lettuces in my cold frame (which I never posted photos of, I just realized) very soon. I will start them in the house in the Jiffy greenhouses and then move them out to the cold frames when they are big enough.

This early spring thing is absolutely infectious!

I broke down and bought a Kindle today...

Okay...to those who know me well, you know that I have ranted and raved about how we, as human beings, need to read books...REAL BOOKS. Not e-books. Not websites. The real deal.

I am a middle school teacher, so I have a front row seat on a daily basis to see what we have done to our kids (and, perhaps being dramatic here, but I truly feel this way) to our civilization by letting them grow up in a world without shelves of real books and the written word. Screen time and texting have replaced face to face contact and even phone calls for this generation.

As a part of my Consumer Rights and Responsibilities unit, I require that my students write real, physical, put-them-in-an-envelope-with-a-stamp-on-it letters to companies instead of emailing them or replying through the contact forms on the websites. I have them call the company's customer service number to get the mailing address -- something which is nearly impossible to find on their websites, I might add.

I encourage them to actually sign their names and not just to print them. In their eyes, I'm pretty old school. I am quite comfortable with that, as I think that there are still many old school lessons which have value today -- particularly in the subject which I teach -- Family and Consumer Sciences (or what we used to call Home Economics).

The part where I give them extra points for cursive writing causes them a great deal of anxiety. As you may or may not know, forty-one of our fifty states have adopted the Common Core State Standards Initiative, a nationwide framework for teaching children which no longer requires children to be taught to write in cursive. Only a handful of my students are able to do so. Those who can write in cursive wear it like a badge of honor -- signing their names on the front of their papers in big, bold script.

Rightfully so, I must agree. They should be proud. Cursive is nearly as old as writing itself. The ancient Greeks, Egyptians, Romans, and Japanese all used a form of script writing -- and in one fell swoop, we are killing it. (But it seems that that's another rant for another day.)

This all leads me back to my own personal struggle which a part of me sees as being a double standard -- a bit of hypocrisy.

My new Kindle will arrive tomorrow.

As far as being a little on the geeky side goes, I'm a very much out of the closet geek. I tried (to no avail) to closet my geekiness for many years. I remember the day that it hit me that it was all a charade, though. I was looking through an old high school yearbook with my son one day and, after looking at a few photos of myself, I said to him, "Boy...I was such a geek back then...wasn't I?"

My son looked at me incredulously and said, "Was??? 'Was', you say??? Mom...you are still a geek! You always have been."


Well...that says it all, doesn't it? He's right. I just never embraced that geekiness until a few years ago. After I was outed as a geek.

I share this because I want you to understand that I 'get' technology.
I was an early adopter. My first modem was a 14.4 external that was larger than my present clock radio.

My first email address was a compuserve address that consisted of nothing but digits (7 of them, to be exact) @ compuserve.com.

During that same time period, I was also the proud owner of a Brother Word Processor with a CRT screen and a floppy disc drive. Granted, it was nearly as large as my microwave at the time, but it was a beauty!

Impressed as you may be by my circa 1990 gadgetry and tech wizardry,
I am not what you might call a tech head or a gadget geek. I genuinely prefer simple things. I don't own a television -- by choice. (If you want to freak out middle schoolers, just tell them that you live in a log cabin and don't have a TV. Trust me -- their faces are priceless as they try to process that one.)

I don't own a smart phone or an iPad or an iPod -- nor do I have a desire to own any of those things. I don't have a dishwasher, I heat with wood, and I use antique kitchen equipment from my collection whenever possible to do things like beat eggs, whip cream, etc. (I'm a home ec teacher, after all -- what else would I collect?)

I prefer the old and simple things.

But...I am also a reader and always have been. I love books and I love to read. I had a flashlight and a cache of books tucked away under my mattress to read under the blankets when I was supposed to be sleeping as a kid. I tend toward motion sickness, but the tradeoff between being carsick and reading -- reading always won out. Granted, I would get a little bit green about the gills and sometimes my dad was even forced to pull the car over as a result, but I have always been a reader and I always will be.

At present, I always have a book or two in my purse, in my truck, stashed under my bed and a stack on my nightstand. Even in the bathroom. Rarely am I further than a few arms' lengths from something to read. I never thought I'd see the day that I would consider reading anything but a real book.

I will be doing some traveling soon and I must pack very light on this trip. Some things will have to be left at home. Books are non-negotiable and will not be among those things.

If I finish books at my usual rate, that would mean packing no fewer than four books. Four books that take up space and weight in my luggage. My new Kindle will weigh less than 6 ounces.

When I finish one book, I can begin another...and another...and another.

When I run out of things to read on a trip, I will not be subject to the limited selection of those awful airplane book titles which are sold at the airport book stalls along with the overpriced neck pillows and tacky last minute souvenirs -- shot glasses, pens, t-shirts and the like, with the city's name emblazoned on them.

If I am waiting for my appointment in a doctor's office or in the cattle call area at the DMV, I will be able to reach into my purse or pocket and have a mini-library at my fingertips.

Will e-books ever replace the real thing in my life? Of course, not. I have had a special bond with books my entire life. That will never change.

There is something very comforting about snuggling up with a good book and a cup of tea on a cold night.

There is something very aesthetically pleasing about looking at a crowded bookshelf with books overflowing -- some stacked this way and that.

There is something that makes me smile when I find a book face down in the morning with my reading glasses resting on its spine.

Real books will always be my favorites. They will always be a very special and important part of my past, my present, and my future.

How can I be so certain of this?

I cannot dog ear a Kindle.