Goats

these two

...are almost one year old!

Goats

I cant believe they are this old already - they still answer the the shout of 'babies' when bring them in from the fields.  They were rescued from the road to the slaughter house before we even had land and caused many a fun adventure as we learnt exactly how to look after a goat - and also a) how loud they can be! and b) how good at escaping ANYTHING they are.

We adore them. Never have you met such loving animals - they will ditch food for cuddles, and just want your company, nothing else. They will eat/steal/attempt to to eat all toggles, buckets, zips, and buttons however. They give kisses, and like rich tea biscuits an awful lot.

Taken from their mother far far too early - at approx two weeks old - they were used in a 'children's farm' so the paying visitors could bottle feed them. They were bottle feed too often, and then when they begin to outgrown the need for milk - at just under four months- they were shipped out and the next lot of babies shipped in. And when I say 'shipped out' I do mean slaughtered.  I don't have a problem with correctly raised farm animals ending up that way, - its how farms work, right? but a supply chain of babies for mere 'fun' and profit? yes; I do have a problem. This constant round of babies in and out is quite shocking - the numbers are awful.  I was that naive I thought all children farms were lovely places where animals grew old and stayed forever. hahahah. 

Anyhow, stood in a barn full of goats and only being able to pick two was pretty hard. I had limited funds, and no land of my own. So I give these two my all, I make sure they have the best life, and are looked after and happy. For all the ones I cant save I suppose.  This is Herbie, and Walter. Living the high life in their own woodlands in Wales.  If you ever need a cuddle and a friendly chewed button or two, then please call in. 

 

*disclaimer, they don't normally wear scarves. However we had just finished our Christmas photoshoot! ;)