In a few hours a family will be here to adopt Finn. He's going to live with two wethers and some llamas at a small family homestead. It's bittersweet. Part of me feels pangs of guilt, since he's been so well behaved since we got the fencing right. It showed me that with proper planning goats are wonderful homestead animals. Finn found his place here with Sal as his good friend, and his antics have lightened the pasture into quite a scene. But the other part of me is relieved and happy. For all of Finn's goodness, he is still a goat in a sheep farm. He's grown bored, destructive (just ask the apple trees, field fencing, and shed walls) and misses the company of other goats. While it will be a gut punch to see him drive off in that mini van, it's also time he did.
Enjoy the story of a young writer living in Washington County with her fancy dogs, sheep, lots of chickens, fiber & meat rabbits, geese, ducks, turkeys, a hive and a garden. Expect to hear a lot about mountain music, the civil war, local food, and my friends along the way. It's a big time folks.