My Dairy Goat Adventures: part 3 Finding “The One”

Welcome to part 3 of My Dairy Goat Adventures! If you missed them, click the links to catch up on part one, and part two.

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Once again I was stalled. I finally had an appointment to go see a goat who just seemed so perfect, and the truck broke down.

That’s it, I said. No goat for me. It’s time to stop kicking locked doors.

A few days later though, Gabriel had the truck fixed. Since I had washed my hands of the whole business, HE decided to call the owner and see if the goat was still for sale. Then, because this goat was so far away, and we didn’t want to make the drive only to return empty handed with an empty gas tank because the owner had refused our offer, he made the offer over the phone.

The owner agreed, and so, it was set that if the goat was all that the Craigslist ad said she was, we’d take her home.

When we arrived at the little goat farm, within walking distance of state line, we were greeted by half a dozen of the sweetest alpine and Oberhasli goats I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting. We were introduced to Sage, and laughed over her name – it was perfect! Our two milking does we’re named Cinnamon and Vanilla, so Sage fit right in.

We both tested out her udder and teats, gave her the “once over”, looked at each other and said “this is the one!”

It took some doing to get her loaded into the truck. Our previous goats had mostly been cantankerous little devils, who had no problem with jumping up on things at all. When we took Sage over to the tailgate of our truck, she just looked at it as if to say “Well that’s nice, but what makes you think I want to sit here and look at it?”

Sage is no small goat – probably weighing in at about 150 pounds – but Gabriel ended up picking her up, and putting her on the truck! 

I was so excited as we drove home with that poor goat in the back of our truck! I couldn’t believe how after waiting for so long, and finally giving up, God had sent us the perfect goat for the perfect price.

Since I’d spent so little on the goat herself, I had some money left get some supplies such as jars for the milking business, and to do a few other farm related things.

I was afraid that when we got her home, she’d be really upset and nervous about being by herself since we needed to quarantine her for a while, and make sure things were all on the up and up before letting her come into contact with our other goats. But she didn’t seem to mind. The farm she had come from was pretty short on green grass, and when we let her out of the truck she immediately put her head down and began grazing. By the way she acted, you’d think she thought she’d died and went to heaven.

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