Friday, February 8, 2008
My Initiation into the World of Goats
As you read this please don't get the wrong idea. I like goats really I do but in the limited amount of contact that I have had with them (petting zoos, and fairs etc) they have always really seemed to be pretty dirty and dumb animals. Okay, let me explain. You go to a petting zoo and they always have poop on them somewhere, maybe from another goat climbing on them or from rolling around the ground...anyway I hate for my kids to even touch them and always make sure I have the hand sanitizer and wipes ready for the minute they are done (not a germaphobe either but animal poop is gross) because that is what the kids are there to do!
Today I went and picked up my first ever gallon of goat milk from a local goat farmer. I am a city girl...I will always be a city girl but that doesn't mean I can't eat well and want what is best for my family but I have to tell you that picking up goat milk today I was so far out of my element that it wasn't even funny!
The owners had given me really good directions (thank goodness) because getting there sure made you feel like you were in them middle of nowhere (right in the middle of the city though), right down to the dirt roads with no street signs!!! Okay, anyway I pulled into the driveway and parked my car. As I was looking around and getting out I saw a woman (a very pregnant woman) over in the goat pen (is that what you call it?) and I could here her yelling to the goats "Tell me where they are?" And to my very goat uneducated ears I could have sworn I heard the goats saying "there, there, there". I didn't really want to interrupt but I wanted my goat milk! So I yelled out to her and asked her if I was at the right place. She snapped back at me that she had no idea and what did I want...now I had only spoken to her husband so maybe she didn't really know anything about it. Then I thought I had better see if I could help her find what ever she was looking for because it didn't seem like I was getting any milk from her until she was finished. So I asked her if I could help her. She snapped back at me (yes, again) did I know anything about goats...I said no but if that was what she was looking for I could probably identify one! The whole time I am thinking "what a nasty b*****!". I got into the goat pen and started walking around. Turns out we were looking for 2 of the babies that she had that were missing. I started searching the fence to see if they had just gotten out and then I started looking under the rocky area and the trees. Now she had started yelling for her husband and, I kid you not, every time she yelled out "Leal" the goats seemed to say it as well "Leal, Leal, Leal". Very bizarre!
Anyway we finally found the babies. They had hidden themselves in their covered area behind a box and the wall and under some straw??? and I no longer had to worry about the wild goat eating animal I was envisioning. The goat lady apologized to me and gave me my milk and off I went. These goats though changed my mind. They were really smart (they could talk!) and they were so nice and clean! Now I have my goat milk. I can't wait to make some yogurt!!! I also can't wait to see what my next adventure will be with the goat people!